In your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches.
At the heart, it is world music that I do. It's all connections. Ultimately, we're all connected.
Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle.
Deadlines are things that we pass through on the way to finishing.
With this darkness all around me, I like to be liked. In this emptiness and fear, I want to be wanted. Cause I love to be loved.
Words, they climb all over you/'Til they uncover you From where you hide.