I Never Was A Very Good Singer.

I Followed Those Highway Signs And I've Run Down Those Thin White Lines.

In The End, They Traded Their Tired Wings For The Resignation That Living Brings. And Exchanged Love's Bright And Fragile Glow For The Glitter And The Rouge, And In The Moment They Were Swept Before The Deluge.

Talk About Celestial Bodies.

I'm Sensitive, You Know, About Some Things, And As Some Of My Partners Could Attest To, Incredibly Insensitive.

And My Dad Wanted Me To Play The Trumpet Because That's What He Liked. His Idol Was Louis Armstrong. My Dad Thought My Teeth Came Together In A Way That Was Perfect For Playing The Trumpet.