I found the secret to life: I'm ok when everything is not ok.
Don't give up. Don't listen to these foolish critics that are so small minded they don't get it tonight.
There's a richness to the old works if you look before the 1950s. The chord progressions and the language was more complicated, especially in the jazz and classical world.
The rain is sharp today, as you shock me sane.
Standin' on a corner in Winslow, Arizona, and I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong song.
In my new life, no room for a lost boy.