I Think The First Song I Ever

I Think Getting Married And Then Running Away For 10 Months Would Be An Absolute Disaster.

As You Get Older, The Questions Come Down To About Two Or Three. How Long? And What Do I Do With The Time I've Got Left?

Rebel, Rebel, You've Torn Your Dress. Rebel, Rebel, Your Face Is A Mess. Rebel, Rebel, How Could They Know? Hot Tramp, I Love You So.

I Had Enormous Self-image, Problems And Very Low Self-esteem, Which I Hid Behind Obsessive Writing And Performing. It's Exactly What I Do Now Except I Enjoy It Now. I'm Not Driven Like I Was In My Twenties. I Was Driven To Get Through Life Very Quickly.

It Makes Me Sad When I See Artists Who Come Alive When They Go Onstage, Because, Gee, I Really Come Alive When I'm Home.