In A World That Keeps On Pushing

Honey, Don't Walk Out, I'm Too Drunk To Follow.

And The Days Went By Like Paper In The Wind. Everything Changed, Then Changed Again. It's Hard To Find A Friend. It's Hard To Find A Friend.

When I Decided To Be A Musician I Reckoned That That Was Going To Be The Way Of Less Profit, Less Money. I Was Sort Of Giving Up The Idea Of Making A Lot Of Money. It Was What I Loved To Do. I Would Have Done It Anyway. If I'd Had To Work At Taco Bell I'd Have Still Been Out At Night Trying To Play Music.

You Get In There, You Get The Job Done And You Get The Hell Out.

You're Dealing In Magic-it's This Intangible Thing That Has To Happen. And To Seek It Out Too Much Might Not Be A Good Idea. Because, You Know, It's Very Shy, Too. But Once You've Got The Essence Of Them, You Can Work Songs And Improve Them. You See If There's A Better Word, Or A Better Change.