What good are fans? You can't eat applause for breakfast. You can't sleep with it.

Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land where justice is a game.

That's another way of writing a song, of course. Just talking to somebody that ain't there. That's the best way. That's the truest way. Then it just becomes a question of how heroic your speech is. To me, it's something to strive after.

A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.

I've never been able to understand the seriousness of it all, the seriousness of pride. People talk, act, live as if they're never going to die. And what do they leave behind? Nothing. Nothing but a mask.

Nothing is better, nothing is best, take heed of this and get plenty of rest.

It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be.