So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn Will I ever see your sweet return? Oh, will I ever learn? Oh, Lover, you should've come over Cause it's not too late.

Somebody asked me what I wanted to do. I just said I wanted to…just to give back to it what it’s given me. And to meet all the other people that are doing it…just to be in the world, really.

Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight you're on my mind, so you never know.

If you do anything regularly for a while, sooner or later the weirdoes will show up.

Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it's over. It's over.

Music is my mother and my father; it is my work and my rest...my blood...my compass...my love.