Never Make It Perfect.

If I Had Rubies, Riches, And Crowns, I'd Buy The Whole World And Change Things Around.

Every Nerve In My Body Is So Vacant And Numb/i Can't Even Remember What It Was I Came Here To Get Away From/don't Even Hear A Murmur Of A Prayer/it's Not Dark Yet, But It's Getting There.

You Can't Do Something Forever.

I Dug It, New York City, All-the Streets And The Snows And The Starving And The Five-flight Walkups And Sleeping In Rooms With Ten People. I Dug The Trains And The Shadows, The Way I Dug Ore Mines And Coal Mines. I Just Jumped Right To The Bottom Of New York.

A Song Is Anything That Can Walk By Itself.