I paint my joy and I sing my sorrow.
you dont know what you got till its gone
Will you take me as I am? Strung out on another man...California, I'm comin' home.
People used to say nobody can sing my songs but me, they're too personal.
The songwriting was almost like something I did while I was waiting for my daughter to come back.
I sang in art school, just to get money to smoke.