So I would choose to be with you,That’s if the choice were mine to make,But you can make decisions too,And you can have this heart to break
We didn’t start the fireIt was always burningSince the world’s been turningWe didn’t start the fireNo we didn’t light itBut we tried to fight it
I am no longer afraid of becoming lost, because the journey back always reveals something new, and that is ultimately good for the artist.
In every heart there is a room,A sanctuary safe and strong,To heal the wounds from lovers past,Until a new one comes along
And the waitress is practicing politicsAs the businessmen slowly get stonedYes, they’re sharing a drink they call lonelinessBut its better than drinkin’ alone
She always says I’m the best friend that she’s ever had… how do you hang up on someone who needs you that bad? ~From ‘Laura’ on The Nylon Curtain
For all our mutual experienceOur separate conclusions are the sameNow we are forced to recognize our inhumanityOur reason coexists with our insanityBut we choose between reality and madnessIt’s either sadness or euphoria
And in the eveningAfter the fire and the lightOne thing is certain: Nothing can hold back the lightTime is relentlessAnd as the past disappearsWe’re on the verge of all things new
I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.
They’re sharing a drink called loneliness, but at least its better than drinking alone.
Home can be the Pennsylvania TurnpikeIndiana’s early morning dewHigh up in the hills of CaliforniaHome is just another word for you
If I ever reach heaven I expect to find three wonders there: first, to meet some I had not thought to see there; second, to miss some I had expected to see there; and third, the greatest wonder of all, to find myself there.
And it was darkSo dark at nightAnd we held on to each otherLike brother to brotherWe promised our mothers we’d writeAnd we would all go down together
You can get what you want or you can just get old.
So before we end and then beginWe’ll drink a toast to how it’s beenA few more hours to be completeA few more nights on satin sheetsA few more times that I can sayI’ve loved these days
You’re only human you’re supposed to make mistakes.
It’s OK if you mess up. You should give yourself a break.
I think music in itself is healing. It’s an explosive expression of humanity. It’s something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we’re from, everyone loves music.
Have you listened to the radio lately? Have you heard the canned, frozen and processed product being dished up to the world as American popular music today?
Don’t make music for some vast, unseen audience or market or ratings share or even for something as tangible as money. Though it’s crucial to make a living, that shouldn’t be your inspiration. Do it for yourself.
I am, as I’ve said, merely competent. But in an age of incompetence, that makes me extraordinary.
Like family, we are tied to each other. This is what all good musicians understand.
The whole world loves American movies, blue jeans, jazz and rock and roll. It is probably a better way to get to know our country than by what politicians or airline commercials represent.
As human beings, we need to know that we are not alone, that we are not crazy or completely out of our minds, that there are other people out there who feel as we do, live as we do, love as we do, who are like us.