We're On The Verge Of All Things

They Say That No One's Gonna Play This On The Radio. They Said The Melancholy Blues Were Dead And Gone. But Only Songs Like These Played In Minor Keys, Keep Those Memories Holding On.

I Don't Know Why I Go To Extremes.

I Always Wrote The Music First, And The Music Gave Me The Mood And The Lyrics Were Pretty Much Put In To Give You A Map, Where That Mood Came From And Where It's Going. But My First Love Was Really The Music Itself, And I Guess I've Gone Back To That.

If I Need A Cause For Celebration, Or A Comfort I Can Use To Ease My Mind, I Rely On My Imagination, And I Dream Of An Imaginary Time.

Only The Good Die Young.