The Only Thing That Interests

I'm Sad And Blue, About Nobody But You. I Told You That I Loved You Right From The Start, You Told Me The Same And Now You Try To Break My Little Heart.

Lonesome. Lonesome. I Know What It Means. Here All By My Lonesome, Dreaming Empty Dreams. Weary. Weary At The Close Of Day, Wondering If Tomorrow Brings Me Joy Or Sorrow.

What I Do And What I Record Only Work For The Moment.

I Think Of These Things As Obstacles Rather Than Opportunities, Because If They Were Opportunities It Means I Actually Took The Business Of Doing Them Seriously. To Take Myself Too Seriously Is The Gentle Kiss Of Death.

The Only Thing That Interests Me Is History - Reviewing The Past And Making Something Out Of It.