Songs are life in 80 words or less.
When love is unkind, it is not love anymore.
You like to think that it's something you created, but secretly you know that you had some kind of help, or somebody gave this to you.
I am, I cried. I am, I said. And I am lost.
I guess I haven't gotten over being lost, a wandering gypsy.
My writing is different. I think it's better. I think it's deeper. But, strangely enough, it covers a lot of the old ground. Maybe it says it in a more sophisticated way ... but I [have written] about basically the same subjects over the years.