God, it's so painful when something that's so close is still so far out of reach.

You believe what you want to believe. You see, you don't have to live like a refugee.

You get into your late fifties, people start falling like flies all around you. I don't take life for granted any more. I'm really glad to be here.

I'll stand my ground and I won't back down.

Most things I worry about never happen anyway.

There was no use pretending, no magic left to hear, all the music gave me was a craving for lite beer.

So I started out for God knows where. I guess I'll know when I get there.