Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time.

Everybody knows by now that there's a gazillion books on me either out or coming out in the near future. So I'm encouraging anybody who's ever met me, heard me or even seen me, to get in on the action and scribble their own book. You never know, somebody might have a great book in them.

Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb/I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from/Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

She makes love just like a woman.

Everything that I'm saying You can say it just as good

They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in, sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks.

The only person you have to think about lying twice to is either yourself or to God. The press isn't either of them. And I just figured they're irrelevant.