I Think In A Lot Of Ways

In A Coma, You Don't Dream, You Just Hope That Someone Sits With You.

I Have Many Friends Who Are Both Mexican And Mexican-american And Others Who, I Guess You Would Say, Are Somewhere In Between. The Ironic Thing Is That All Three Of Those Categories Often Exist Inside Of The Same Family.

People Resist Change; If They Like Something, Then They Want You To Keep Doing It Over And Over - But I Think If You Like What A Particular Band Or Artist Does, Then You Should Want To See What They're Going To Do Next.

Well Morning Came, And It Dressed The Sky In A Lovely Yellow Gown. Shopping Malls Are Opening In That Narrow Hallway Of Downtown, Filled With People Who Are Shopping For Their Lovers And Their Friends, Singing "i Won't Ever Be Lonely Again

Now I Believe That Lovers Should Be Draped In Flowers And Laid Entwined Together On A Bed Of Clover And Left There To Sleep, Left There To Dream Of Their Happiness.