Now the dark air is like fire on my skin, And even the moonlight is blinding

There are only two kinds of songs; there's the blues, and there's zip-a-dee-doo-dah.

I don't think you can ever do your best. Doing your best is a process of trying to do your best.

Now the dark air is like fire on my skin, And even the moonlight is blinding

I don’t envision a long life for myself. Like, I think my life will run out before my work does, y’know? I’ve designed it that way.

Now you wear your skin like iron

What I do is between me and the Lord, to examine and possibly alter the state of grace in which I live, and thereby the state of grace of anybody who listens.