Every day your memory grows dimmer - it doesn't haunt me like it did before.

I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings. And I've never been too impressed.

The ghosts race towards the light, you can almost hear the heavy breathing spirits, all determined to get somewhere. New Orleans, unlike a lot of places you go back to and that don't have the magic anymore, still has got it. Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. You can't see it, but you know it's here. Somebody's always sinking.

The walls of pride are high and wide, can't see over to the other side.

Somebody had to be Bob Dylan. I guess I was best equipped to do the job.

It's like my whole life never happened, When I see you, it's as if I never had a thought. I know this dream, it might be crazy, But it's the only one I've got.

When somethin's not right it's wrong.