I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, it could be that I've lost my way.

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

My forays into trying to date girls my own age from the school I went to were all pretty tortured.

Let the disappointments pass, let the laughter fill your glass.

I was doing my best Bogart, but I was having trouble getting into her jeans.

The kid I was when I first left home Was looking for his freedom and a life of his own But the freedom that he found wasn't quite as sweet When the truth was known I have prayed for America I was made for America I can't let go till she comes around Until the land of the free Is awake and can see And until her conscience has been found.

You measure peace with guns, progress in megatons. Who's left when the war is won?