Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call. Wanted to sail upon your waters, since I was three feet tall. You've seen it all, you've seen it all. Watched the men who rode you, switch from sails to steam. In your belly, you hold the treasure that few have ever seen, most of them dreams, most of them dreams.

Some make the world go round; others watch it turn.

It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read, I need protection from the things in my head . . .

I know I should be leaving this climate, I've got a verse, but can't rhyme it.

Being rich and famous seems to have its ups and downs. That's the price you pay for being troubadours and clowns.

Is it ignorance or apathy? Hey, I don't know and I don't care.

Only time will tell if it was time well-spent