Yeah, I don't like, um, I'm not interested in rock 'n' roll piano. I find it a little grating.

We made mad love shadow love random love and abandoned love. Accidentally like a martyr. The hurt gets worse, and the heart gets harder.

Regrets are so far from reality.

I lay my head on the railroad track, waitin' on the Double E. But the train don't run by here no more, poor, poor, pitiful me.

LeRoy says there's something you should know, not everybody has a place to go. And home is just a place to hang your head, and dream of things to do in Denver when you're dead.

Little old lady got mutilated late last night, werewolves of London, again.

That's my only active wish. I think if I sang like Don Henley, this would be a lot more agreeable business.