The Leaves That Are Green Turn To

Where Have You Gone, Joe Dimaggio? A Nation Turns Its Lonely Eyes To You.

Having A Track Record To Live Up To And The History Of Successes Had Become A Hindrance. It Becomes Harder To Break Out Of What People Expect You To Do.

Time, Time, Time, See What's Become Of Me, While I Looked Around, For My Possibilities; I Was So Hard To Please

Being An Artist Doesn't Mean That You're A Good Artist. That Was The Bargain I First Made With Myself: I'd Say, I'm An Artist, But I'm Not Really Very Good.

I Stepped Outside To Smoke A J And When I Came Back To The Room, Everybody Just Seemed To Move.