I just start playing music and eventually I sing something, a line of a verse or a B section or a line of a chorus, and the line that I end up singing is related to the music I'm playing, if that makes any sense. And I go from there.

I think I'm going to Katmandu, that's really, really where I'm going to

One victim lives in tragedy, another victim stops to stare, and still another walks on by pretending not to see

Great sex is wonderful while it's happening, but who remembers great sex they had in 1983?

Stood alone on a mountain top, starin' out at the Great Divide. I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide. Just then I saw a young hawk flyin' and my soul began to rise.

She had been born with a face that would let her get away, he saw that face and he lost all control.

I want to be sure I can deliver what people expect to hear. I just don't know if I can physically do it. Or if I should.