I wrote that song for my wife, and it's what some guy who's sitting under a tree would be singing to the woman of his life, telling her how wonderful she is. To me, that's more lasting than something that sounds like it belongs on a movie soundtrack.
“O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.”
“If there's ever an example that military power alone cannot be successful in Afghanistan, I think it was the Soviet experience.”