Standin' on a corner in Winslow, Arizona, and I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong song.

It's about realizing, painfully, you've kept that voice inside yourself, locked away from even yourself. And you step back and see that your jailer has changed faces. You realize you've become your own jailer.

I remember driving to North Carolina when I was a little girl in a snowstorm to get down to my mom's family in the Carolinas. There were chains on the car - it was the late sixties - and we were just singing in the car. Christmas carols.

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets, looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets.

I was very close to my mother as the youngest of three. She was my playmate.

I hurt myself today to see if I could feel. I hurt myself, you said to try to make him feel. So I hurt myself again to see if he'd see me. I hurt myself again and no, he never could see me.

I've had to keep exploring different ways of presenting the music so I don't repeat myself.