The angels had guitars before they had wings.
There ain't no Coupe Deville hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jacks box.
I was cold and you were fire, and I never knew how the pyre could be burning on the edge of an ice field.
Just ask anybody who is getting old - everything starts hurting. For me, it's my shoulders, thumbs, knees and feet.
Who am I, why am I here? Forget the question, someone give me another beer.
My life's far too complicated to be summed up in one song. It would take 20 just to represent one single day.