Suddenly I found you and the spirit in me sings, Don't have to look no further, You're the soul of many things.
Everything in New Orleans is a good idea.
The one who is not being born is dying.
The truth is far from you, so you know you got to lie. Then you're all the time defending what you can never justify.
We never thought we could ever get old.
I don't write the songs; I just write 'em down.