She’s a good girl, loves her mama Loves Jesus and America, too For two nations the UK & USA remain

Sometimes I feel I’ve got to run awayI’ve got to get away This trip feels as though it has set

The heart is a bloom Shoots up through the stony ground It was indeed yet another beautiful day that greeted

An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery, and died the next day It is ironic that when you

Sitting in the morning sun I’ll be sitting when the evening comes It was another glorious spring morning as they

You’re insecure, don’t know what for You’re turning heads when you walk through the door What is it that makes

Every day she takes a morning bath She wets her hair It’s just another day in the big Florida Villa.

I can show you the world Shining, shimmering, splendid Words that Karen started singing to herself at one point today

It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There are not many certainties in life, but one

A bottle of white, a bottle of red Perhaps a bottle of rose instead A metaphor to life and to

Know it sounds funny But I just can’t stand the pain This morning when I got up my leg pain

Here’s to the ones that we got Cheers to the wish you were here, but you’re not Our first morning

Oh, her eyes, her eyes Make the stars look like they’re not shinin’ This is the year of our 40th

Riding along on my pushbike, honey, when I noticed you. Today wouldn’t be a pushbike but we were planning to

Here comes the Sun. Well, if there is one thing you can count on in Florida it is the sun.

Round, Round Get Around, I Get Around, Yeah Here we go again, off on our travels again. On yet another

I’ve been sitting here all day – Sleeping. The chance would be a fine thing. I like being busy but