I'm thrilled to death with life.
They're powerful, those songs. At times they've been my only way back, the only door out of the dark, bad places the black dog calls home.
It's all fleeting. As fame is fleeting, so are all the trappings of fame fleeting. The money, the clothes, the furniture.
Because you're mine, I walk the line.
When you sing, you pray twice.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks