I've written many extra verses to songs that I learned to sing - an extra verse about a friend, or just add some verse - and that led to writing my own songs.

I look around for the friends I used to turn to pull me through. Looking into their eyes, I see them running, too.

But when you know that you've got a real friend somewhere, suddenly all the others are so much easier to bear.

I'm sensitive, you know, about some things, and as some of my partners could attest to, incredibly insensitive.

I let her do some of my laundry and she slipped in a few meals in between, and next thing I remember, she was all moved in.

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

I've been aware of the time passing by they say in the end it's the wink of an eye and when the morning light comes streaming in you'll get up and do it again