I take my chances. I can't cling to remorse or regret.

I don't really remember my folks singing to us, but they read to us.

Every sleepy boy and girl in every bed around the world- Can hear the stars up in the sky whispering a lullaby

I love to write songs and sing them, and I didn't really know much more than that. Somehow it's gotten to the point where a friend can say, "It's very you," and that made me feel good.

I found Elvis on the Internet, I went camping with a young cadet, he showed me his bayonet.

I woke to find every window open I woke to find the heavy door ajar And I walked outside and stood upon the hilltop And gazed once more on a bright morning star I walked outside and every bird was singing As I found again my bright morning star

The joy of being in the studio is having people being utterly free to throw out their ideas.