Face it girls. I'm older and I have more insurance.
I just know there's an albino living in the colored quarters. I can feel it in my bones.
You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.
He had mourned each of those great trains as, one by one, they were pulled off the lines and left to rust in some yard, like old aristocrats, fading away; antique relics of times gone by.
That's what I'm living on now, honey, dreams, dreams of what I used to do.
It’s funny, most people can be around someone and then gradually begin to love them and never know exactly when it happened