You know, life is what you make of it- so beautiful or so what.
Not every song I write is ecstasy. And it can happen only one time. After that, when you sing the same melody and words, it's pleasure, but you don't get wiped out.
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you.
How can you live in the Northeast?
When I look back at all the crap I learned in high school, it's a wonder I can think at all.
The record company stay out of my way. Whenever the record is finished, they take it.