Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight. Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright. Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light
I fell in love with Nashville. I got lots of work.
I was blessed with a gift. It's a gift and a curse. It never ends
I hate the road so much. I almost go into a cocoon with my own people out there.
Between the worlds of men and make believe I can be found.
I'm affected by my environment. Los Angeles makes me defensive and wary.