Yesterday is just a memory.

Shadows are falling and I've been here all day/It's too hot to sleep, time is running away/Feel like my soul has turned into steel/I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal.

Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul

People are crazy and times are strange ... I used to care but things have changed

The inmates and prisoners, I found they were my kind, and it was there inside the bars I found my peace of mind.

And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking.

Gates appeal to me because of the negative space they allow. They can be closed but at the same time they allow the seasons and breezes to enter and flow. They can shut you out or shut you in. And in some ways there is no difference.