Through the years as the fire starts to mellow, burning lines in the book of our lives. Though the binding cracks and the pages start to yellow, I'll be in love with you.

Between the worlds of men and make believe I can be found.

I love home. I'll stay up there for days on end, I won't even go down the driveway to look for the mail.

When you are not near me, I make the sound of one hand clapping.

Waiting for wisdom to open the cage, we forged in the fires of the innocent age.

Trust isn't something that's spoken and love's never wrong when it's real.

I wanted to pay tribute to my musical influences: Buffalo Springfield, Lightfoot, the Beatles, the Hollies.