Moderate in front, short-ish on the sides / Long in the back, my hairstyle was my pride.

And so it went through the grammar school years / My regular biweekly meeting with the shears / Letting Dad have control of the way I appear

You took our dreams higher and higher / You rode into the sky on a beam of light and a pillar of fire.

All roads lead to the shore points.

All your bluster and your threats / They won’t pay your debts / Hell hath no fury will get you nowhere with me ...

Is this a war? No it’s just a maneuver.

49 klicks south of the nearest town / 7 away from the border / Nothing but sand and rocks for miles around / Light-years away from any water

You can procrastinate but you can’t escape / This is the craft you’ve made your own.

NOT a song about the United Nations.

Angel in the shape of inspiration / Bless me with the words I seek.

if only I had that kind of money.

She’s the one in that rock’n’roll song.

I used to drive by 150 Lake Ave. / And wonder why we ever moved away

But I cursed the romance that shrouded us / I cursed the love that devoured us / And I cursed you when you found someone better than me

A rare political song from this nonpolitical songwriter.

Just another day, how many ways to sing / Just another day, about the same old tired thing.

How much longer will this wickedness rejoice? / How much longer will this evil have a voice?

I am speechless / For once I am at a loss for words / I am peaceless / Dumbstruck by the things I’ve seen and heard

Now that the boss got older / Looks like I gotta take things in my own hands.

On a day named for work, nobody’s working