Breaks balance out. The sun don't shine on the same ol' dog's rear end every day.

Every one of our congressional offices, every day, is under attack.

The sun don't shine on the same dog's ass all the time.

I balance with prayer and music. I sing every day.

Every day, the sun comes out and the sky's always blue. That's what I miss about Denver.

I never have planned a whole lot of future. It's one day at a time.