For The Loser Now Will

I Once Loved A Girl, Her Skin It Was Bronze With The Innocence Of A Lamb, She Was Gentle Like A Fawn I Courted Her Proudly But Now She Is Gone Gone As The Season She's Taken

If You Need Somebody You Can Trust, Trust Yourself

I'm Not A Playwright. The People In My Songs Are All Me.

Cop Comes Down The Street Crazy As A Loon, He Throws Us In Jail For Carrying Harpoons.

People Think They Know Me From My Songs. But My Repertoire Of Songs Is So Wide-ranging That You'd Have To Be A Madman To Figure Out The Characteristics Of The Person Who Wrote All Those Songs.