Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel.
I pressed her thigh and death smiled
the time to hesitate is through no time to wallowin the mire Try now we can only lose and our love become a funeral pyre
O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives.
People are strange when you're a stranger.
I wonder why people like to believe I'm high all the time. I guess . . . maybe they think someone else can take their trip for them.