Maybe tonight, maybe tonight by the fire all alone you and I. Nothing around but the sound of heart and your sighs.

Then come and as we lay, beside this sleepy glade, there I will sing to you my Longfellow serenade.

I don't like all of the music to be serious and deadly.

Brooklyn is not the easiest place to grow up in, although I wouldn't change that experience for anything.

I followed all life's pleasures wherever they would lead, but someone I can treasure is all I really need.

When I first started, I worked with three chords in every bar, but I found that tied me down - I'm not a chord-change writer, I'm a songwriter.

September morn Do you remember how we danced that night away Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play September morning still can make me feel this way.