So you want to be married, oh baby, trying to put me on a chain, ain't that some shame? You must be losing your weak little mind.

Manic depression is a frustratin' mess.

I got a pet monkey called Charlie Chan.

Fall mountains, just don't fall on me.

Drifting, On a sea of forgotten teardrops, On a lifeboat, Sailing for Your love

Room Full Of Mirrors, that's more of a mental disarrangement. This says something about broken glass used to be all in my brain.

I just hate to be in one corner. I hate to be put as only a guitar player, or either only as a songwriter, or only as a tap dancer. I like to move around.