Now those memories come back to haunt me they haunt me like a curse.

At night I wake up with my sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head.

When it comes to luck, you make your own.

I have to write and play. If I became an electrician tomorrow, I'd still come home at night and write songs.

I'm the kind of person, I think a lot about everything. Nothin' I can do about it. It's like, I'm a thinkin' fool. That's a big part of me.

I think when you're a child, you just cling to the basics, which is the basic story of Jesus and the crucifixion and hell and eternal punishment and the flames. This was all stuff that was - forget when you're young.

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty. And meet me tonight in Atlantic City