We have a deficit of wonder right now.

You just write and you don't try to make sense of it. You just put it down the way you got it.

I don't go to church on Sunday, don't get on my knees to pray, or memorize the books of the Bible, I got my own special way

You're my North Star when I'm lost and feeling blue.

It's cold out there, colder than a ticket taker's smile at the Ivar Theatre on a Saturday night.

As a kid, I did want to be an old-timer, since they were the ones with the big stories and the cool clothes. I wanted to go there. Now, I guess I want to bring that with me and go back in time.

And the earth died screaming, while I lay dreaming.