Who Knows How Long This

What Are These Voices Outside Love's Open Door Make Us Throw Off Our Contentment, And Beg For Something More? I'm Learning To Live Without You Now But I Miss You Sometimes The More I Know, The Less I Understand All The Things I Thought I Knew, I'm Learning Again

The Eagles And The Critics Were Not The Best Of Friends.

For Every Moment Of Joy Every Hour Of Fear For Every Winding Road That Brought Me Here For Every Breath, For Every Day Of Living This Is My Thanksgiving

We Got The Bubble Headed Bleached Blonde Comes On At Five, She Can Tell You 'bout The Plane Crash With A Gleam In Her Eye, It's Interesting When People Die Give Us Dirty Laundry...

The Wisdom That Living Brings, Since I Got A Telegram From The God Of Simple Things.