I may not be cool
I believe in the golden rule...

I hear you now
too late for my know-how...

In this life, I can see my end zone
I see my home plate, my goal...

I was once a young child
And I quite often smiled...

My life is wrecked
All sprawled out on the floor...

Comments are welcome
Oh what have we become...

We all have dreams
We all have passions...

When morning comes the night will flee
I just wish I could see...

How do I find that one sweet one,
That girl who looks so good...

I wish I hadn't made
the choices that haunt me...

In this world places change,
rivers erode the shore...

i guess we crossed a line
i wish i didn't whine...