Wrote this and performed it for my mom's 70th birthday party. Our family is a bit crazy. FORTY-THIRTY Well, your birthday rolled around again The way all birthdays do And this year it’s a big one Once again you’re sixty-two I’m sorry…

Well, I had to swear SOMEWHERE in the album. GIRLS LIKE YOU You’re young and pretty Shy and smart and witty With a face that could’ve Launched a thousand ships Tall, dark, and stupid He must’ve paid off cupid To get his ugly face…

The title track to this year's RPM album. The lines actually forced themselves into being and then straightaway demanded that no other lines should be written. When the songs speak that loudly, I do what I'm told. OBJECTS IN THE MIRROR…