I Think I'm Prone To Panic.

Little Drops Of Rain Whisper Of The Pain Tears Of Love Lost In The Days Gone By.

Back In My Day, We Called It Rock 'n' Roll, But Then We Always Reminded Listeners That It Was No Big Deal If They Didn't Like It.

I Put A Lot Of Work Into My Lyrics. Not All My Stuff Is Meant To Be Scrutinized, Though.

The Trouble Is Now, With Rock'n'roll And Stuff, It Gets So Big That It Loses What Once Upon A Time Was A Magnificent Thing, Where It Was Special And Quite Elusive And Occasionally A Little Sinister And It Had Its Own World Nobody Could Get In.

I Think I Surprise Myself.