There's something about the sound of a train that's very romantic and nostalgic and hopeful.

Music is forever; music should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die.

It's pointless to be critical of your stuff once it's done. I don't spend a lot of time agonising over it. It's of no importance once it's finished.

It was the year of the Beatles, it was the year of the Stones, it was 1964.

Who am I to blow against the wind?

Although I was able to study music with teachers, I never studied lyric writing. I read poetry, and I read other lyricists. But they were never writing in the style or the form that I was interested in.

Maybe I think too much for my own good.