What did I owe the rest of the world? Nothing.
I was never a topical songwriter.
You don't write a song to sit there on a page. You write it to sing it.
It goes back to the destiny thing.I made a bargain with it, you know, a long time ago. And I'm holding up my end.
People have different emotional levels. Especially when you're young.
I've never been able to understand the seriousness of it all, the seriousness of pride. People talk, act, live as if they're never going to die. And what do they leave behind? Nothing. Nothing but a mask.