Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?

It's not unusual for writers to look backward. Because that's your pool of resources. If you were to write something now, I bet there's a pretty good chance you'd call on your teenage years, your experiences then, stuff you learned then.

I like most kinds of music. So I haven't got a bag, as they say... except the big black one in the hall outside.

There must be a better way to make the things we want, a way that doesn't spoil the sky, or the rain or the land

It's like there was me, then the Beatles phase, and now I'm me again.

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

Bend like the willow, winds gonna blow you hard and cold tonight. Life as it happens, nobody warns you, willow hold on tight.