When I was young I spoke like a child I saw with a child's eyes And an open door was to a girl Like the stars are to the sky It's funny how the world lives up to All your expectations With adventures for the stout of heart And the lure of the open spaces There's two lanes running down this road And whichever side you're on Accounts for where you want to go Or what you're running from Back when darkness overtook me On a blind man's curve I relied upon the moon and Saint Christopher

I feel like they're different creatures, live and in the studio, but that's what makes it so interesting to me. If they didn't have any different shadings or colors, you might as well be a hologram or something.

Think I'll flip a coin, I'm a winner either way Mmmmmm, I feel lucky today

I like to feel that every day or most days, I do a little bit of writing. I am a creature of habit in terms of the way I live.

You know, that single girl life and that sense of isolation - that doesn't leave you just like that. And that's what that song is about. I remember that, and that is imprinted on me, that sense.

We all have two lives. The one we are given and the one we create.

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