More than a career, I feel that I've got a function. I see things in a much more holistic way. Some people bake the bread, and some people write the songs.

I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, it could be that I've lost my way.

I wrote the song For A Dancer for a friend of mine who died in a fire. He was in the sauna in a house that burned down, so he had no idea anything was going on. It was very sad.

Talk about celestial bodies.

These days I seem to think about the things I forgot to do for you and all the times I had a chance to.

Got seven women on my mind. Four that want to own me, two that want to stone me, and one says she's a friend of mine.

The high ideals and promises you once dressed the future in are dancing in the embers with the wind.