My Life So Common It

My Life So Common It Disappears And Sometimes Even Music Cannot Substitute For Tears.

Maybe The Heart Is Part Of The Mist. And That's All That There Is Or Could Ever Exist. Maybe And Maybe And Maybe Some More. Maybe's The Exit That I'm Looking For.

How Can You Live In The Northeast?

The Dialogue Between What's Going On In The World And What's Going On Internally Seems To Be A Natural Thing - Well, It's Natural To Me, Anyway, To Have These Thoughts.

I Really Don't Know What Exactly All The Songs Mean. Sometimes Other People Have Meanings And When I Hear Them I Think, 'that's Really A Better Meaning Than I Thought, And Perfectly Valid, Given The Words That Exist.' So Part Of What Makes A Song Really Good Is That People Take In Different Meanings, And They Apply Them, And They Might Be More Powerful Than The Ones I'm Thinking.