Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates. Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts.

I march in the parade of liberty But as long as I love you I’m not free How long must I suffer such abuse Won’t you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose?

The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.

No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.

As long as you give my friend Jonah Lehrer a free pizza, I'll write a song about your restaurant.

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.

You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you.