I guess, and it may be a flaw, that I think about rhythm more [than anything else]. I'm always wanting to find something unusual. I've started to try and write more traditionally, but for whatever reason, I tend toward trying to find something that sounds more like a pattern to me.

How could I have been anyone other than me?

I believe in love, but believe it's love that keeps beating me down.

If I find something I like, I'll chase it and see what comes out the other side. Once a song gets momentum and gets away from you, that's a good sign.

Troubles, they may come and go, but good times, they're the gold.

I swear by now I'm playing time against my troubles I'm coming slow but speeding

Would you not like to be, sittin' on top of the world with your legs hanging free?