When I Was A Young

We're On The Verge Of All Things New.

I Tell The Audience Every Night, "i Hope You Didn't Pay More Than Face Value On That Ticket, Because We Ain't Worth More Than That, And You Ain't Gonna Get Any More Than That."

The Piano Sounds Like A Carnival And The Microphone Smells Like A Beer. And They Sit At The Bar And Put Bread In My Jar And Say, Man, What Are You Doing Here?

I Had A Melody And A Rhythm And Chords, But Nothing To Talk About. I Remember Reading About How The Decline Of The Steel Industry Had Been Affecting The Lehigh Valley, And I Decided That's What I Was Going To Write The Song About.

You May Never Understand How The Stranger Is Inspired For He Is Not Always Evil, And He Is Not Always Wrong.