It's Not Easy To Define Poetry.

It Goes Back To The Destiny Thing.i Made A Bargain With It, You Know, A Long Time Ago. And I'm Holding Up My End.

The People In My Songs Are All Me.

There Must Be Some Kind Of Way Out Of Here,' Said The Joker To The Thief.

So I Cut Off My Hair And I Rode Straight Away, To The Wild Unknown Country Where I Could Not Go Wrong.

They Asked Me For Some Collateral And I Pulled Down My Pants.