Sometimes To Keep It Together You've Got

I'm Not Easy To Live With And I Know That It's True. However, You're No Picnic Either, Babe, And That's One Of The Things I Liked About You.

My Creative Life Is A Constant Struggle To Achieve A Balance Between Letting Things Flow In And Letting Things Flow Out.

Nobody On The Road. Nobody On The Beach. I Feel It In The Air, The Summer's Out Of Reach.

So Much Time Weeping And Wailing And Shaking Our Fists, Creating Enemies That Really Don't Exist.

What Are These Voices Outside Love's Open Door, Make Us Throw Off Our Contentment, And Beg For Something More?