Say goodbye to the oldies, but goodies, because the good old days weren't always good and tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

This time, I want the hugs, kisses, and love that comes with a farewell … even if it’s a temporary one.” He takes a step and cups my head in his hands. “I want to say ‘see ya later’ and know that it’s not a final goodbye. I want to memorize every line,” he strums his finger across my face, “every line of your face, Alex. When I walk away, I want to know that I’ve made every last second I had with you count.

When I was 19, I made my first good week's pay as a club musician. It was enough money for me to quit my job at the factory and still pay the rent and buy some food. I freaked.

They say that these are not the best of timesBut they're the only times I've ever knownAnd I believe there is a time for meditationIn cathedrals of our own.

Musicians want to be the loud voice for so many quiet hearts.