Art Is A Never-ending Dance Of Illusions.

I Don't Have The Kinds Of Relationships That Are Built On Any Kind Of False Pretense, Not To Say That I Haven't. I've Had Just As Many As Anybody Else, But I Haven't Had Them In A Long Time.

Well, The Moral Of The Story, The Moral Of This Song, Is Simply That One Should Never Be Where One Does Not Belong. So When You See Your Neighbor Carryin' Somethin', Help Him With His Load, And Don't Go Mistaking Paradise For That Home Across The Road.

You Can't Imagine Parlor Ballads Drifting Out Of High-rise Multi-towered Buildings. That Kind Of Music Existed In A More Timeless State Of Life.

Mothers Tell Your Children Not To Do The Things I Have Done, To Spend My Life In Sin And Misery In The House Of The Rising Sun.

There's A Lot Of False Prophets Around And That's The Trouble. People Say They Think They Know What's Right And Other People Get People To Follow Them Because They Have A Certain Type Of Charisma, And There's Always People Willing To Take Over. People Want A Leader. And There Will Be More And More Of Them.