You Feed It All Your Woes, The

Paul Simon Started Piling Up A Lot Of Words, More Than The Bar Could Handle, And I Stopped!

Rationally I Have No Hope, Irrationally I Believe In Miracles.

Abstract Expressionism Was Invented By New York Drunks.

They Won't Give Peace A Chance, That's Just A Dream Some Of Us Had

Tears And Fears And Feeling Proud To Say I Love You, Right Out Loud Dreams And Schemes And Circus Crowds I've Looked At Life That Way. But Now Old Friends Are Acting Strange They Shake Their Heads, They Say I've Changed Something's Lost, But Something's Gained In Living Every Day I've Looked At Life From Both Sides Now From Win And Lose, And Still Somehow It's Life's Illusions I Recall I Really Don't Know Life At All