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

It's a marvelous feeling when someone says I want to do this song of yours because they've connected to it. That's what I'm after.

Life is never a straight line - it's peaks and valleys. Why would you want to be the same person every day of your life?

There's two lanes running down this road which ever side your on, accounts for where you want to go or what you're running from.

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.

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.

In this world, you've a soul for a compass and a heart for a pair of wings.