"Well, I've sung out one more evening,
and I'm wrung out, feeling beat.
I walk on out the door once more
to an empty city street...."
"She wasn't very pretty,
She wasn't very smart,
But everything she said to him came strait from her heart.
Write a song about me,..."
"When I rearrange the pieces of the puzzle of my past
I sigh at the heartaches, relive the laughs
And I think about the moments that have left their mark
And the too few faces that shine a little light in the dark..."