These Are The Days Of Miracle And

The Record Company Stay Out Of My Way. Whenever The Record Is Finished, They Take It.

I'm Laying Out My Winter Clothes And Wishing I Was Gone, Going Home, Where The New York City Winters Aren't Bleedin' Me.

Then She Kissed Me And I Realized She Probably Was Right, There Must Be Fifty Ways To Leave Your Lover.

People Talking Without Speaking,/ People Listening Without Hearing...sounds Of Silence.

I'm More Interested In What I Discover Than What I Invent.