Pickup's Washed And You Just

Under The Heavens And Under The Sea There's A Friend I Don't Know, Who Holds The Right Key.

We Made It Nearly 20 Centuries, A Bunch Of Monkeys With Ph Ds.

I Got My Hush Puppies On. I Guess I Never Was Made Meant For Glitter Rock And Roll.

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.

The Wino And I Know The Pain Of Back Bustin'.