I collect hats. That's what you do when you're bald.
I told you that I love you, I was only telling a lie. I'll be long gone come the crack of dawn and I believe the word is goodbye.
We could never have guessed We were already blessed where we are.
Being on a boat that's moving through the water, it's so clear. Everything falls into place in terms of what's important and what's not.
Do me wrong, do me right, tell me lies, but hold me tight.
I don't read music. I don't write it. So I wander around on the guitar until something starts to present itself.