You get paid like a really good call girl. Walking offstage is like the walk of shame.

We might be laughing a bit too loud, but that never hurt no one

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.

In hell there's a big hotel where the bar just closed and the windows never opened. No phone so you can't call home, and the TV works, but the clicker is broken.

We all have a face that we hide away forever, and we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone.

Say goodbye to the oldies, but goodies, because the good old days weren't always good and tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems

We're on the verge of all things new.