Death To Me Means Nothing As Long

I See The Turning Of The Page, Curtain Rising On A New Age, See The Groom Still Waiting At The Altar.

A Lot Of People From The Press Want To Talk To Me, But They Never Do.

And There's No One There To Dry Your Tears. I Could Hold You For A Million Years. To Make You Feel My Love.

Every Writer At The New Yorker Is Smarter Than Me.

Fortune Or Fame, You Must Pick One Or The Other, Though Neither Of Them Are To Be What They Claim.