But I'm lost when it comes to you.

But I'm lost when it comes to you.

You're so vain. I bet you think this song is about you.

My scar is beautiful. It looks like an arrow.

Being in this business for as long as I've been in it, it's sort of like living in a town or a city before the war and then after the war and then during the reconstruction and then during the time that it sprawls out to the malls.

I remember being onstage once when I didn't have fear: I got so scared I didn't have fear that it brought on an anxiety attack.

Worrying too much about other people's ears and not my own, I lost my way.