There ain't no doubt in my mind that love is the finest thing around

Synchronized with the rising moon Even with the evening star They were true love written in stone They were never alone, they were never that far apart

The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.

I started being a songwriter pretending I could do it, and it turned out I could.

The sides are steep and the nights are long and cold down in the hole, light and love and the world above mean nothing to the mole.

Within my heart is carved a sculpture of your love.

I don't find the songs; they find me. I just strum my guitar and wait for a lyric to come.