At 57, to have a No. 1 album, I wasn't expecting it.
What if life is just a cosmic joke, like spiders in your underwear.
I know I should be leaving this climate, I've got a verse, but can't rhyme it.
And you find as a writer there are certain spots on the planet where you write better than others, and I believe in that. And New Orleans is one of them.
Back to my childhood where those monsters reside. They snack on innocence and dine on self esteem.
Lights are glowing in the palm trees.