You Don't Count The Dead,

My Father Probably Thought The Capital Of The World Was Wherever He Was At The Time. It Couldn't Possibly Be Anyplace Else. Where He And His Wife Were In Their Own Home, That, For Them, Was The Capital Of The World.

Every Day Your Memory Grows Dimmer - It Doesn't Haunt Me Like It Did Before.

One Who Sings With His Tongue On Fire, Gargles In The Rat Race Choir.

Just A Reminder, If You Tell Anyone About What Happened With Jonah Last Night, I'll Destroy All Of My Writing And Never Play Music Again.

Truth Is An Arrow And The Gate Is Narrow That It Passes Through.