Madman drummers, bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat. In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat.

Is a dream a lie if it don't come true? Or is it something worse?

At the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe.

Show a little faith there is magic in the night. You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright, and that's alright with me.

Poor man wanna be rich, rich man wanna be king, and a king ain't satisfied until he rules everything.

I studied other singers, so I would learn how to phrase, and learn how to breathe. And the main thing was, I learned how to inhabit my song.

I think that is what film and art and music do; they can work as a map of sorts for your feelings.