It's Only Through Form That We Can

Because He Had No Place He Could Stay In Without Getting Tired Of It And Because There Was Nowhere To Go But Everywhere, Keep Rolling Under The Stars.

It Always Makes Me Proud To Love The World Somehow- Hate's So Easy Compared.

Houses Are Full Of Things That Gather Dust

I Felt Like Lying Down By The Side Of The Trail And Remembering It All

For Life Is Holy And Every Moment Is Precious.