this is every musician's dream, to stand in front of an audience and not have to prove your credentials.

I'm afraid to live any place but in expectation. I'm no life-risk.

We do what only lovers can: make a gift out of necessity.

I'm never sure why I do anything, to tell you the truth.

A sip of wine, a cigarette, And then it’s time to go. I tidied up the kitchenette; I tuned the old banjo. I’m wanted at the traffic-jam. They’re saving me a seat.

I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.

It doesn't matter how anything happens.