Save Me From The Ranks Of The

It Really Doesn't Matter To Me What People Say About Me Anymore.

Nightly You Retrace Your Steps Again To Return To The Scene Of The Crime. It's Uncanny How You Hover In The Air Of The Wreckage That You Left Behind.

Save Me From The Ranks Of The Freaks Who Suspect They Can Never Love Anyone.

In The '70s, Everybody Thought Drugs Were Just Good Times. People Didn't Really Know About Drug Addiction, Or That Such A Thing Existed. When I Grew Up In The '70s I Thought You Had To Take Drugs. It Was Almost Like I Didn't Think You Had A Choice.

I Wanted To Try To Write Songs On The Piano To Get A Different Flavor.