Your mother told you all that I could give you was a reputation.

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.

Sweetness flows from your appearance and your beauty makes me fall more in love with you. Anytime I feel low, I think about the good times you have given me and everything seems good again.

We are living in a time when American popular music is finally being recognized as one of our most successful exports. The demand is huge.

You want to give people a reason to hate my guts more? I'm making more money.

If you could only hear what I dream.

In every heart there is a room, A sanctuary safe and strong, To heal the wounds from lovers past, Until a new one comes along