Opportunities may come along for you to convert something -something that exists into something that didn't yet. That might be the beginning of it. Sometimes you just want to do things your way, want to see for yourself what lies behind the misty curtain. It's not like you see songs approaching and invite them in. It's not that easy. You want to write songs that are bigger than life. You want to say something about strange things that have happened to you, strange things you have seen. You have to know and understand something and then go past the vernacular.

Gold will never free your father, the price, my dear, is you instead.

Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be.

Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he's in.

The people in my songs are all me.

I'll remember you. When I've forgotten all the rest.You to me were true. You to me were the best.

A cat's meow and cow's moo, I can recite them all.