After A While Of Getting Jerked Around,

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.

Sometimes I Hear My Voice And It's Been Here, Silent All These Years

My Father Has A Pragmatic Mind. He Marched With Dr King In The 60s, And He's Very Much For Women's Rights.

The Most Important Thing To Me As A Songwriter Is The Breath. The Most Important Thing I Could Say To Somebody Is, 'sometimes I Just Breathe You In.'

Baker, Baker, Can You Explain, If Truly His Heart Was Made Of Icing.