It sounds strange for me to be saying this, but I've come around to the idea that sex really is for procreation.

I never set myself too high a goal. It was always tone and feeling, for me.

All along this path I tread, my heart betrays my weary head, with nothing but my love to save, from the cradle to the grave.

All I am certain of right now is that I don't want to go anywhere, and that's not bad for someone who always used to run.

The point of being at home is to be with my family as much as possible.

My identity shifted when I got into recovery. That's who I am now, and it actually gives me greater pleasure to have that identity than to be a musician or anything else, because it keeps me in a manageable size. When I'm down on the ground with my disease-which I'm happy to have-it gets me in tune. It gives me a spiritual anchor. Don't ask me to explain.

Would you know my name If I saw you in heaven Will it be the same If I saw you in heaven I must be strong, and carry on Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven Would you hold my hand If I saw you in heaven Would you help me stand If I saw you in heaven I'll find my way, through night and day Cause I know I just can't stay Here in heaven