They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

The songwriting was almost like something I did while I was waiting for my daughter to come back.

I like my freedom. I like to do my own grocery shopping.

Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way.

An artist needs a certain amount of turmoil and confusion.

Elusive dreams and vague desires fanned to fiery needs by deadly deeds of falling empires.

I hang my laundry on the line when I write.