My older sister encouraged me from early on and bought me one of the first guitars I had. She listened to all of the crappy songs that I wrote when I was 8 years old and encouraged me to keep doing it.

Consume more than you need This is the dream Make you pauper Or make you queen I won't die lonely I'll have it all prearranged A grave that's deep and wide enough For me and all my mountains o'things

This youthful heart can love you and give you what you need, but I'm too old to go chasing you around wasting my precious energy.

I may be revered or defamed and decried; But I tried to live my life right.

I learn all these things about the record talking about it after it's finished.

Growing up in Cleveland, I learned about singing from my mother, who had once sung professionally and who admired Mahalia Jackson and Aretha Franklin.

Words don't come easily, like forgive me.