All the news of home you read, more about the war and of bloody changes.

Let light hearts remake us.

I've got 50 different tunings in the guitar.

Lord, there's danger in this land, you get witch hunts and wars when church and state hold hands.

An artist needs a certain amount of turmoil and confusion.

But now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I've changed Well something's lost, but something's gained In living every day

I had made all these rules for myself: I'm not writing social commentary, I'm not writing love songs.