In a house set back from the road
among trees, deep in the woods...

When I awoke this morning
I thought about my dad...

We built our love on friendship
and grew closer everyday...

Hurt
continues to plague my life...

Always wanted to write music like EJ
and words like Taupin did...

I tried so hard to hold you,
to make you my best friend...

More time has passed
and frustration is apparent...

Small gatherings of faces
occupy umbrella topped tables...

There ain't no elevator
so you'll have to use the stairs...

Routine
regular...

I was sitting on the beach in Waikiki
when this pretty girl smiled over at me...

I was walking
and found a path...