Well I'm living in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line. Beauty walks a razor's edge...someday I'll make it mine.

Every brain is civilized, Every nerve is analyzed, Everything is criticized when you are in need.

The truth was obscure, Too profound and too pure, To live it you had to explode

I'm good with songs I haven't written, if I like them. I'm glad I didn't write any of them. I already know how they go, so I have more freedom with them. I understand these songs. I've known them for 40 years, 50 years, maybe longer, and they make a lot of sense. So I'm not coming to them like a stranger.

If there's an original thought out there, I could use one right now.

He's hell bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused, and his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.

If not for you, winter wouldn't hold no spring, couldn't hear a robin sing. I just wouldn't have a clue, if not for you.