Loneliness, Tenderness, High Society, Notoriety,

I Can't See Myself Singing The Same Song Twice In A Row. That's Terrible.

Opportunities May Come Along For You To Convert Something -something That Exists Into Something That Didn't Yet. That Might Be The Beginning Of It. Sometimes You Just Want To Do Things Your Way, Want To See For Yourself What Lies Behind The Misty Curtain. It's Not Like You See Songs Approaching And Invite Them In. It's Not That Easy. You Want To Write Songs That Are Bigger Than Life. You Want To Say Something About Strange Things That Have Happened To You, Strange Things You Have Seen. You Have To Know And Understand Something And Then Go Past The Vernacular.

Mona Lisa Must Have Had The Highway Blues; You Can Tell By The Way She Smiles.

There Are Many Here Among Us Who Feel That Life Is But A Joke. But You And I, We've Been Through That, And This Is Not Our Fate, So Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.

Obscenity, Who Really Cares. Propaganda, All Is Phony.