Somewhere in a burst of glory / Sound becomes a song.

If you'll be my body guard, I can be your long lost pal.

All lies and jests, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

To get the stuff out of you, especially if what you're dealing with is yourself, requires you to open up and touch tender spots. You have to be anesthetized a little bit.

I've got a reason to believe we all be received in Graceland, Graceland, Memphis Tennessee.

Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They're all that's left you

People ask how I feel about getting old. I tell them I have the same question. I'm learning as I go.