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.

All she wanted was sax.

People pay a lot of money to go see shows now, they don't wanna know about your technical problems, or if you're not feeling good, they don't wanna know we have a glitch. It's their night, you better do something to earn that money.

I'm single but interviewing.

Only the good die young.

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?

What will it take for you to believe in me, the way that I believe in you?