Longer Is Not My Best Song, It's

Through The Years As The Fire Starts To Mellow, Burning Lines In The Book Of Our Lives. Though The Binding Cracks And The Pages Start To Yellow, I'll Be In Love With You.

There's Laws That We Must Live By, And They're Not The Laws Of Man.

When You Are Not Near Me, I Make The Sound Of One Hand Clapping.

I Love Home. I'll Stay Up There For Days On End, I Won't Even Go Down The Driveway To Look For The Mail.

My Grandfather Gave Me My First Guitar, An Old Acoustic With Palm Trees And Dancing Girls Painted On It