Keep It Locked Up Inside Don't Talk

Lying On The Roof Counting The Stars That Fill The Sky I Wonder If Someone In The Heavens Looking Back Down On Me I'll Never Know So Much Space To Believe

When I Don't Say A Word And You Know Exactly What I Mean.

I'm Glad Some People Have That Faith. I Don't Have That Faith. If There Is A God, A Caring God, Then We Have To Figure He's Done An Extraordinary Job Of Making A Very Cruel World.

I Have Always Been Drawn To Percussion And Drums, To Bass And Piano, In Music Much More Then I Am Drawn To The Guitar And The Other Lead Instruments.

I Believe In Love, But Believe It's Love That Keeps Beating Me Down.