Youll almost encounter a superstition amongst musicians, people sort of go through strange rituals, what they need to do to write a song.

There's always people who came 600 miles to hear the song you didn't play.

And the ones that know you so well are the ones that can swallow you whole.

Every time you opt in to kindness Make one connection, used to divide us It echoes all over the world

Therapy was the biggest romance of my life.

There's the wind And the rain And the mercy of the fallen Who say, "Hey, it's not my place To know what's right" There's the weak And the strong And the many stars that guide us We have some of them inside us

For my 50th birthday I just want to make it all make sense [being exactly half introvert], and then a couple of weeks later do the blow-out with all my friends.