Nothing, nothing / Nothing from nothing / Nothing with nothing / Is inspiring me today.

Been waiting so long / Through plots and plans that went wrong / What didn’t kill me made me strong / I’m still here.

Never write a song in the afternoon … once you’ve eaten your lunch … when the day is ¾ gone … once you’ve been beaten to the punch.

That vibe, that vibe, I can feel that vibe ...

There’s sometimes we’re on the brink of reality / Being pushed on to some uncertain fate

I’ve been wandering / Through all kinds of strange fields / In search of different kinds of love / I needed to see if what I felt was real.

All the big dreams exploded into dust / All the big booms, they all went bust.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

A song about a songbird, my spirit animal.

I have all these ideas / But they don’t bloom when I plant them / It isn’t clear / If I should pursue them or abandon them

Cows may come / And cows may go / But the bull / Goes on forever.

Self-fulfilled prophecy / Against all hope / A lone, downward odyssey / A steep silent slope.

I wish I was wrong, I regret being right / There’s no satisfaction in this kind of foresight.

The boys are leaving town / Racing off to parts unknown / For the first time things are looking down / And I’m left here all alone.

11:00 on the boardwalk / It’s a sin to be inside.

I try to pull the higher from the mundanity / The meaningful from the inanity / But it’s only testing my sanity ... On this 29th of June.

I’m gonna make that Caddy mine baby / And one day I’m gonna be driving her around.

There ain’t enough money to buy it / It means just so much so don’t try it / Freedom is priceless / Priceless / Priceless ...

When the shells stop exploding / In our backyards / When all will be quiet / We’ll be picking up the shards.

Oh baby be true, be true to me / A soldier boy needs all the love he can find ...