Frank [Sinatra] sang to you, not at you, like so many pop singers today. Even singers of standards. I never wanted to be a singer that sings at somebody. I've always wanted to sing to somebody. I would have gotten that subliminally from Frank many years ago. Hank Williams did that, too. He sang to you.

I'm more of an adventurous type than a relationship type.

To preach of peace and brotherhood, oh what might be the cost? A man he did it long ago, and they hung him on a cross.

You swore you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realise He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And say, do you want to make a deal How does it feel

You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we are, we're just walking dressed up in a suit of skin, and we're going to leave that behind.

I make my stand and remain as I am, and bid farewell and not give a damn.

When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got a friend, just remember that death is not the end.