If you tell kids they can't have something, that's what they want.

When I look at great works of art or listen to inspired music, I sense intimate portraits of the specific times in which they were created.

Remember how I found you there alone in your electric chair, I told you dirty jokes until you smiled.

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in / There's an old man sitting next to me making love to his tonic and gin / He says, 'Son, can you play me a memory?/ I'm not really sure how it goes / But it's sad and it's sweet, and I knew it complete when I wore a younger man's clothes.'

Maybe this won't last very long but you feel so right and I could be wrong. Maybe I've been hoping too hard. I've gone this far and it's more than I hope for.

I could walk away from anyone I ever knew, but I can't walk away from you.

I had a melody and a rhythm and chords, but nothing to talk about. I remember reading about how the decline of the steel industry had been affecting the Lehigh Valley, and I decided that's what I was going to write the song about.