When I Was A Young Musician, The

I Always Thought Of Myself As The Piano Player In The Band. That, I Suppose, I'm Confident About, And I Guess My Songwriting Developed As I Went Along And I Got A Certain Amount Of Confidence In That. The Songs Are Like My Kids, I'm Proud Of All Of Them For One Reason Or Another.

I'm In A New York State Of Mind

And So My Child And I Came To This Place To Meet Him Eye To Eye And Face To Face. He Made My Daughter Laugh, Then We Embraced. We Never Knew What Friends We Had, Until We Came To Leningrad.

It's Nine O'clock On A Saturday, The Regular Crowd Shuffles In / There's An Old Man Sitting Next To Me Making Love To His Tonic And Gin / He Says, 'son, Can You Play Me A Memory?/ I'm Not Really Sure How It Goes / But It's Sad And It's Sweet, And I Knew It Complete When I Wore A Younger Man's Clothes.'

So You Play Your Albums And You Smoke Your Pot And You Meet Your Girlfriend In The Parking Lot Oh, But Still You're Aching For The Things You Haven't Got, What Went Wrong? And If You Can't Understand Why Your World Is So Dead And Why You've Got To Keep In Style And Feed Your Head Well, You're Twenty One And Still You Mother Makes Your Bed And That's Too Long.