Shakespeare, He's In The Alley With His

I Heard The Tongues Of Angels And The Tongues Of Men And It All Sounded No Different To Me.

There Are Those Who Worship Loneliness, I'm Not One Of Them In This Age Of Fiberglass I'm Searching For A Gem The Crystal Ball Up On The Wall Hasn't Shown Me Nothing Yet I've Paid The Price Of Solitude, But At Last I'm Out Of Debt

Once I Can Focus In On Something, I Just Play It In My Mind Until An Idea Comes From Out Of Nowhere, And It's Usually The Key To The Whole Song. It's The Idea That Matters. It's Like Electricity Was Around Long Before Edison Harnessed It.

I Hurt Easy, I Just Don't Show It. You Can Hurt Someone And Not Even Know It.

What Did I Owe The Rest Of The World? Nothing.