It's a battered old suitcase and a hotel someplace and a wound that will never heal.
I've been riding on the crest of a slump lately.
Every single song has its own individual character and you can't treat each song the same way, because it wants to be treated differently and there are songs that are like scared birds that you have to sneak up on over the course of months in the woods.
Come down off the cross, we could use the wood.
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat, never drive a car when you're dead
And the earth died screaming, while I lay dreaming.