We Work Our Jobs, Collect Our Pay,

You Know, Life Is What You Make Of It- So Beautiful Or So What.

Hide It In A Hiding Place Where No One Ever Goes Put It In Your Pantry With Your Cupcakes

I'm Going To Graceland, For Reasons I Cannot Explain. There's Some Part Of Me Wants To See Graceland. And I May Be Advised To Defend Every Love, Every Ending, Or Maybe There's No Obligations Now. Maybe I've A Reason To Believe We All Will Be Received In Graceland.

One Of The Things That Upset Me Was Some Of The Criticism Leveled At Simon And Garfunkel. I Always Took Exception To It, But Actually I Agree With A Lot Of It.

I Don't Really Like To Write At A Desk. I Like To Write When Driving In A Car. ... Once You're Working On It, You're Working On It All The Time, And Sometimes Stuff'll Come In The Middle Of The Night, In A Dream Or Something. Your Mind Is Working On It All The Time.