I wish I had a river I could skate away on?

Musically, I would never run dry. Any time I sit down to an instrument, I could write a song.

All the news of home you read, more about the war and of bloody changes.

What I do is unusual: chordal movements that have never been used before, changing keys and modalities mid-song.

And the seasons they go 'round and 'round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game.

I always thought the women of song don't get along, and I don't know why that is.

Do you want - do you want - do you want to dance with me baby?