After A While You Earn That Privacy

And There's No One There To Dry Your Tears. I Could Hold You For A Million Years. To Make You Feel My Love.

Well, The Moral Of The Story, The Moral Of This Song, Is Simply That One Should Never Be Where One Does Not Belong. So When You See Your Neighbor Carryin' Somethin', Help Him With His Load, And Don't Go Mistaking Paradise For That Home Across The Road.

People Think That Singing And Playing Is Easy. It's Not. It's Easy To Strum Along, But If You Actually Want To Really Play, Where It's Important, That's A Hard Thing And Not Too Many People Are Good At It.

[in 1951] We Were Also Told That The Russians Could Be Parachuting From Planes Over Our Town At Any Time. These Were The Same Russians That My Uncles Had Fought Alongside Only A Few Years Earlier. Now They Had Become Monsters Who Were Coming To Slit Our Throats And Incinerate Us. It Seemed Peculiar. Living Under A Cloud Of Fear Like This Robs A Child Of His Spirit. It's One Thing To Be Afraid When Someone's Holding A Shotgun On You, But It's Another Thing To Be Afraid Of Something That's Just Not Quite Real.

I Have Tried My Hand At Bribery, Blackmail, And Deceit. And I've Served Time For Everything, Cept Beggin On The Street.