It's life's illusions that I recall, I really don't know life at all
But now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I've changed Well something's lost, but something's gained In living every day
Won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll talk in present tenses
Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.
I learned a woman is never an old woman.
I liked playing in small clubs. I really liked holding the attention of thirty or forty people. I never liked the roar of the big crowd.