And I'll know my song well before I start singing
I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, or can't remember the sound of my own name.
The picture you have in your mind of what you're about will come true.
Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time.
What looks large from a distance, close up ain’t never that big.
My songs are personal music, they're not communal. I wouldn't want people singing along with me. It would sound funny. I'm not playing campfire meetings. I don't remember anyone singing along with Elvis, Carl Perkins or Little Richard.