I will be waiting in vain / After all that you did I must be insane / But I, I’ll still be waiting there for you.

Avenue X, where all the X's end up.

And when you come through that door you’ll be mumbling something / About talking Kabbalah with your friends.

It’s the last day of school, we’re so far apart / Is it too late to mend broken fences and hearts.

The truth must be spoken somewhere.

An emotional traffic report

Something like a subtle yet seismic shift happened last week: I began disconnecting from Bruce Springsteen.

How can one take over the world with music / when the band isn’t even slightly rehearsed?

I saw a picture of my heart ... I half expected it to be in several parts.

All your bluster and your threats / They won’t pay your debts / Hell hath no fury will get you nowhere with me ...

I used to drive by 150 Lake Ave. / And wonder why we ever moved away

Baby I know things are gonna get better for us / I know things can’t stay this way forever for us