I Keep Telling People: Don't Make Me

In Every Heart There Is A Room, A Sanctuary Safe And Strong, To Heal The Wounds From Lovers Past, Until A New One Comes Along

I Was Listening To Stuff And I Realized That I've Had A Lot Of Different Lives. You Know The Theory [that Says] Every Seven Years, You Have A Different Life? I Think That's True.

You May Be Right, I May Be Crazy, But It Just Might Be A Lunatic You're Looking For

Critics Have Said I Write Without Spontaneity, In Cold Blood. I Don't. I Write In Hot Blood.

Well I Never Had A Place That I Could Call My Very Own/that's All Right, My Love, 'cause You're My Home.