The light from the oncoming train focuses the mind.

Well now I'm no hero, that's understood. All the redemption I can offer girl, is beneath this dirty hood. With a chance to make it good somehow, hey what else can we do now? Except roll down the window, and let the wind blow back your hair. Well the night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere. We got one last chance to make it real.

People see you onstage and, yeah, I'd want to be that guy.I want to be that guy myself very often.

Your skin upon my skin, in the beating of our hearts, may the living let us in, before the dead tear us apart.

But I think that your entire life is a process of sorting out some of those early messages that you got.

A dream of life comes to me, like a catfish dancing on the end of the line.

Every song has a piece of you in it, because just general regret, love. You have to basically zero in on the truth of those particular emotions.