Dead Man, Dead Man When Will You

Loneliness Got A Mind Of Its Own The More People Around The More You Feel Alone

The Ghosts Race Towards The Light, You Can Almost Hear The Heavy Breathing Spirits, All Determined To Get Somewhere. New Orleans, Unlike A Lot Of Places You Go Back To And That Don't Have The Magic Anymore, Still Has Got It. Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. You Can't See It, But You Know It's Here. Somebody's Always Sinking.

I Met A Young Man Who Was Wounded In Love, I Met Another Man Who Was Wounded In Hatred.

You Know What They Say About Bein' Nice To The Right People On The Way Up Sooner Or Later You Gonna Meet Them Comin' Down

Frank [sinatra] Sang To You, Not At You, Like So Many Pop Singers Today. Even Singers Of Standards. I Never Wanted To Be A Singer That Sings At Somebody. I've Always Wanted To Sing To Somebody. I Would Have Gotten That Subliminally From Frank Many Years Ago. Hank Williams Did That, Too. He Sang To You.