There Are Certain Parts Of

So, I'm On Sesame Street, Walking Around With All These Monsters, Elmo And His Buddies, A Whole Bunch Of Chickens, A Whole Bunch Of Penguins And A Number Four Dancing About. It Was Just Pure Joy, Simple, Ridiculous Fun, Stupid Joy. There's No Irony. Sesame Street Is Just A Crazy Great Place To Be.

No Matter Who Weaves In And Out Of Your Life, Regardless Of The Quality Of Those Deep Friendships And Familyships, I'm The Only Common Denominator At This Point Who's Been With Me The Whole Time. And There's This Sense Of Trying To Make Sense Of That Ultimate Solitude. It's Not A Negative Or Even A Positive. It's Just A Fact.

There Are Certain Parts Of Chords That Resolve Things And Tie A Bow, And Others That Keep Things Open And Unanswered.

I Haven't Been Living Anywhere Because I've Been On Tour For The Past Two Years.

If You Keep Bashing Your Head Against The Same Wall, At Some Point You're Going To Fall Over And Be Still For Awhile.