Everybody's Saying Hell's The Hippest Way To

In Some Ways, My Gift For Music And Writing Was Born Out Of Tragedy, Really, And Loss.

I Couldn't See Passion As A Bad Thing.

And The Seasons They Go 'round And 'round And The Painted Ponies Go Up And Down We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind From Where We Came And Go Round And Round And Round In The Circle Game.

Edith Piaf Knocked My Socks Off When I Was 8, But I Didn't Know What She Was Singing About.

Because Elvis Gave 'em Cars, You Think I'm Cheap.