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

You'll learn more from your accidents than anything that you could ever learn at school.

I actually wrote the song first as "well, it's 9 o'clock on a Saturday." That bit. Then I said, You know what? It needs some kind of an introduction to kind of set the mood and set the flavor. So I just played this kind of cocktail lounge thing, the hustle and bustle of waitresses going by - that kind of thing.

The biggest regret? This may be one of those years I have no regrets.

It feels great to have a #1 album.

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.'

Some love is just a lie of the heart, the cold remains of what began with a passionate heart.