When I felt that fame - people were nosing me out - well, I moved on. I used traveling names; wigs if necessary.

And the seasons they go 'round and 'round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game.

I always thought the women of song don't get along, and I don't know why that is.

There's a man who's been out sailing In a decade full of dreams And he takes her to a schooner And he treats her like a queen Bearing beads from California With their amber stones and green He has called her from the harbor He has kissed her with his freedom He has heard her off to starboard In the breaking and the breathing Of the water weeds While she was busy being free

I am as constant as a northern star

I'm a very analytical person, a somewhat introspective person; that's the nature of the work I do.

Let light hearts remake us.