One of the last times that we played in the area before I wrote "Allentown," I remember a guy coming up to us and saying, "You're never coming back here." I said, "Why do you say that?" He said, "Well, you're probably gonna become a big star. Nobody who ever becomes big comes back here." And I felt so sad for this kid, he seemed so bitter about it. I said, "Well, I'm coming back, no matter what."

No end to sorrow, caused by the same endless fears. Why can't we learn from all we've been through after two thousand years?

Following a code of silence, you're never gonna lose the anger.

What if she figures out you're not very smart?

The graduations hang on the wall, but they never really helped us at all.

She's the quiet type who's into heavy metal.

I don't belong in limos or private jets or on stage with people cheering me but that's what's kept me grounded because I know it's not right.