It's not like I'm looking to describe something that's only true of my own circumstances. It's beyond. It's way inside, you know. It's reaching inside to something that you have in common with many.

No matter how fast I run, I can't get away from me.

I was doing my best Bogart, but I was having trouble getting into her jeans.

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 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.

And my dad wanted me to play the trumpet because that's what he liked. His idol was Louis Armstrong. My dad thought my teeth came together in a way that was perfect for playing the trumpet.

We may lose and we may win, but we will never be here again.