Hey, little dolly with the blue jeans on, I want to ramrod with you, honey, 'til half past dawn.

It's hard to be a saint in the city.

The criminal ineptitude makes you furious.

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

It doesn't matter what happened last night or the night - or tomorrow night. It's all about what you're doing with this audience right now.

We said we'd walk together baby come what may.That come the twilight should we lose our way.If as we're walkin a hand should slip free,I'll wait for you And should I fall behind,Wait for me.

I'm ready to grow young again