you dont know what you got till its gone

I still believe in the power of the word, that words inspire.

They paved paradise and put up a parkin lot With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone

Just before our love got lost you said "I am as constant as a northern star" And I said, constantly in the darkness, Where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar.

My parents told me I'd point to a bed of flowers and say 'Pink. Pretty,' before I knew any other words.

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way.

People used to say nobody can sing my songs but me, they're too personal.