I've Been Dreaming Of A Time When

I Was Quite Advanced When I Was At School, And When I Left School It Seemed That All These Really Oafish Clods From School Were Making Tremendous Progress And Had Wonderfully Large Cars And Lots Of Money, And I Seemed To Be Constantly Waiting For A Bus That Never Came.

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me. No Hope, No Harm; Just Another False Alarm.

Well, I'm A Catholic By Birth And You Can Never Shed It.

I've Always Done Quite Well As Far As The Charts Are Concerned. And Yet I Always Felt I Conveyed The Spirit Of The Music I Love, Which Didn't Have Any Chart Success.

I've Only Been To Ireland Once, And I Felt I Would Wake Up With Voices In My Head, Almost Like Music, And That If I Were A Songwriter, I Would Be Very Inspired.