You are the promised kiss of springtime that makes the lonely winter seem long. You are the breathless hush of evening that trembles on the brink of a lovely song.

Now there's a grown-up swinging town.

You gotta love livin', baby, 'cause dyin' is a pain in the ass.

For what is a man, what has he got. If not himself, then he has naught.

The best is yet to come, and won't that be fine? You think you've seen the sun, but you ain't seen it shine.

Whatever else has been said about me personally is unimportant. When I sing, I believe. I'm honest.

There are several things I think I would have done if I had the chance again. I would have been a little more patient about getting out into the world. I would have seen to it that I had a more formal education. I would have become an accomplished mu