Every time you go in, it’s like starting over. You don’t know how you did the other records. You’re learning all over. It’s some weird musician amnesia, or maybe the road wipes it out.

Some need diamonds some need loveSome need cards some need luckSome need dollar bills lining their clothesall I need is, all I need is two white horses in a line

Lonesome tearsI can’t cry them anymoreI can’t think of what they’re forOh they ruin me every timeBut I’ll try to leave behind some daysThese tears just can’t eraseI don’t need them anymoreHow could this loveEver...

These spider webs are my home now