Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder, So I can't look back for too long. There's just too much to see waiting in front of me, and I know that I just can't go wrong.

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

Maybe there is another who sees life not as a flickering candle but as a torch that can illuminate an undiscovered world.

Bryl-cream, a little dab will do you.

Tonight I just need my guitar.

Breathe in, breathe out, move on.

You better lava me now or lava me not.