You've Got To Keep The Child Alive;

Rationally I Have No Hope, Irrationally I Believe In Miracles.

In Some Ways, My Gift For Music And Writing Was Born Out Of Tragedy, Really, And Loss.

There'll Be Icicles And Birthday Clothes And Sometimes There'll Be Sorrow

People Used To Say Nobody Can Sing My Songs But Me, They're Too Personal.

Tears And Fears And Feeling Proud To Say I Love You, Right Out Loud Dreams And Schemes And Circus Crowds I've Looked At Life That Way. But Now Old Friends Are Acting Strange They Shake Their Heads, They Say I've Changed Something's Lost, But Something's Gained In Living Every Day I've Looked At Life From Both Sides Now From Win And Lose, And Still Somehow It's Life's Illusions I Recall I Really Don't Know Life At All