Forget what life used to be, you are what you choose to be. It's whatever it is you see that life will become.

I've been aware of the time passing by they say in the end it's the wink of an eye and when the morning light comes streaming in you'll get up and do it again

I let her do some of my laundry and she slipped in a few meals in between, and next thing I remember, she was all moved in.

When you turn out the light, I've got to hand it to me. Looks like it's you and me again tonight Rosie.

Very often it's really inconvenient - who you fall in love with. You can't really control it.

I followed those highway signs and I've run down those thin white lines.

Caught between the longing for love, and the struggle for the legal tender, where the sirens sing and the church bells ring, and the junk man pounds his fender. Where the veterans dream of the fight, fast asleep at the traffic light, and the children solemnly wait for the ice cream vendor.