What Good Are Fans? You Can't Eat

I Can't See My Reflection In The Waters, I Can't Speak The Sounds That Show No Pain. I Can't Hear The Echo Of My Footsteps, Or Can't Remember The Sound Of My Own Name.

I Do Know What My Songs Are About.

Strange How People Who Suffer Together Have Stronger Connections Than Those Who Are Most Content.

My Songs Are Personal Music, They're Not Communal. I Wouldn't Want People Singing Along With Me. It Would Sound Funny. I'm Not Playing Campfire Meetings. I Don't Remember Anyone Singing Along With Elvis, Carl Perkins Or Little Richard.

I Think Women Rule The World And That No Man Has Ever Done Anything That A Woman Either Hasn't Allowed Him To Do Or Encouraged Him To Do.