Would you know my name, if I saw you in Heaven?

You can't mastermind everything. You'll go crazy. Just show up and play.

I'd love to knock an audience cold with one note, but what do you do for the rest of the evening?

Although they can do it all the time, you know, they're far better than me, on a musically, on a theoretical music level. You know, they're out of my league.

All along this path I tread, my heart betrays my weary head, with nothing but my love to save, from the cradle to the grave.

In playing, I suppose my greatest gift was to express the way I felt or the willingness to express myself.

I got a problem, can you relate? I got a woman calling love hate.