I look at some of the songs I wrote years ago and I can't believe I wrote such crap.
There will be other words some other day; that is the story of my life.
I've learned to dance with a hand in my pants.
I really wish I was less of a thinking man and more of a fool not afraid of rejection.
This is our moment, here at the cross-roads of time. Time is relentless and as the past dissappears, we're on the verge of all things new.
I don't belong in limos or private jets or on stage with people cheering me but that's what's kept me grounded because I know it's not right.