Maybe I think too much for my own good.

I've got a reason to believe we all be received in Graceland, Graceland, Memphis Tennessee.

Nor is it strange That after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same

I'm going to Graceland, for reasons I cannot explain. There's some part of me wants to see Graceland. And I may be advised to defend every love, every ending, or maybe there's no obligations now. Maybe I've a reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland.

Facts can be turned into art if one is artful enough.

People ask how I feel about getting old. I tell them I have the same question. I'm learning as I go.

There is a moment, a chip in time, when leaving home is the lesser crime.