Mistakes, I know I've made a few. But I'm only human, you've made mistakes, too.

Just like Pagliacci did, I try to keep my surface hid. Smiling in the crowd I try, but in a lonely room I cry.

When someone picks up one of my songs and records it, I'm a flattered man, it's a blessing to me

I love hearing my music, I love hearing it by other people. I hope it will always be played.

Though you treat me badly, I love you madly.

There are very few courses around Detroit I haven't played

When you write a song, a song has longevity