For a songwriter, you don't really go to songwriting school; you learn by listening to tunes. And you try to understand them and take them apart and see what they're made of, and wonder if you can make one, too.

Jesus Christ, this godamn rain, will someone put me on a train.

Let me fall out of the window/ With confetti in my hair

I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.

Got a head full of lightning, a hat full of rain.

I'm trying to learn how to write faster.

I always liked the idea that America is a big facade. We are all insects crawling across on the shiny hood of a Cadillac. We're all looking at the wrapping. But we won't tear the wrapping to see what lies beneath.