We All Know That Crap Is King,

I Was Flying Back From Lubbock And I Saw Jesus On The Plane, Or Maybe It Was Elvis. You Know, They Kind Of Look The Same.

Between Each Album I Try To Gain A New Insight That I Didn't Have Before And Perhaps Write A Song About Something That I've Written About Before, But From A Fresh Viewpoint.

Selling Eight Million Copies Of Your First Album Will Mess You Up.

What Are These Voices Outside Love's Open Door Make Us Throw Off Our Contentment, And Beg For Something More? I'm Learning To Live Without You Now But I Miss You Sometimes The More I Know, The Less I Understand All The Things I Thought I Knew, I'm Learning Again

There Is Not Wrong, There Is No Right, And I Will Sleep Very Well Tonight.