I'm looking for a woman who's head is mixed up like mine.
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes. You'd know what a drag it is to see you.
All these people that I used to know, they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters' wives.
Art is a never-ending dance of illusions.
I lost my one true love. I started drinking.
An artist has got to be constantly in a state of becoming.