My Heart Is Broken In The Face

My Name Had Gone Stale, And No Matter How Progressive I Got, It Was My Time To Die.

Oh It Gets So Lonely When You're Walking And The Streets Are Full Of Strangers

That's One Thing That's Always, Like, Been A Difference Between, Like, The Performing Arts, And Being A Painter, You Know. A Painter Does A Painting, And He Paints It, And That's It, You Know. He Has The Joy Of Creating It, It Hangs On A Wall, And Somebody Buys It, And Maybe Somebody Buys It Again, Or Maybe Nobody Buys It And It Sits Up In A Loft Somewhere Until He Dies. But He Never, You Know, Nobody Ever, Nobody Ever Said To Van Gogh, 'paint A Starry Night Again, Man!' You Know? He Painted It And That Was It.

People Used To Say Nobody Can Sing My Songs But Me, They're Too Personal.

Something's Lost, But Something's Gained, In Living Everyday.