There's One Thing I Never

A House Without Love Ain't A Home.

There's Two Or Three Kids Out There Trying To Make Good Music, And The Rest Of Them Sound Like It's Been Strained Through Some Kind Of White Toast Or Something. It All Sounds Just Too Neat And Perfect, With No Surprise To It At All. No Story, No Nothing. It's Like Building Cars, Like An Assembly Line. It Doesn't Sound Like Anything That Came From A Guitar.

Stop Rolling Down Hill Like A Snow Ball Headed For Hell.

Lay In The Weeds And Wait, And When You Get Your Chance To Say Something, Say Something Good.

I'm Just Writin' About My Little Ol' Love Affair.