If it doesn't work out there will never be any doubt that the pleasure was worth all the pain.
Mother Mother Ocean, I have heard your call.
Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come?
The beautiful people in the magazines, got the normal ones living beyond their means.
I want to keep going as I have, to travel, read, perform, write, and enjoy my family. I've promised myself only this: no more Laundromats, no more two-shows-a-night, and no more deadlines. I'll work at my own pace.
You get religion as your hair turns grey.