Lord, I am a surgeon and music is my knife. It cuts away my sorrow and purifies my life.

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

And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.

Maybe I think too much for my own good.

Then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right, there must be fifty ways to leave your lover.

The thought that life could be better is woven indelibly into our hearts and our brains.

I just said, you know, this is a great track but this lyric, I don't believe it. It sounds like I'm trying to say something, instead of it naturally coming out of me, like I was saying something that I already knew. Anyway, I can't remember what it was. And either I threw it all out or I threw 90 percent of it out, and kept a line or two. That's happened a couple of times to me. Not too often, but a couple of times. Very aggravating when it does happen.