I can picture the color of the song, or the shape of it, or who it is that I'm trying to appeal to, in the song, and what I'm trying to, almost, reinforce my feelings for. And I know that sounds sort of vague and abstract, but I've got a handle on it when I'm doing it.

Why wait any longer for the one you love When he’s standing in front of you

You five and ten cent women with nothing in your heads, I got a real gal I'm loving and Lord I'll love her 'til I'm dead.

After a while you earn that privacy is something you can sell, but you can't buy it back.

I forgot more than you'll ever know.

Dealing with my own life takes priority over other people dealing with my life.

Nothing can affect my voice, it's so bad.