And I'll Know My Song Well Before

The Ghosts Race Towards The Light, You Can Almost Hear The Heavy Breathing Spirits, All Determined To Get Somewhere. New Orleans, Unlike A Lot Of Places You Go Back To And That Don't Have The Magic Anymore, Still Has Got It. Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. You Can't See It, But You Know It's Here. Somebody's Always Sinking.

You Don't Write A Song To Sit There On A Page. You Write It To Sing It.

We Never Thought We Could Ever Get Old.

Once You Think You Know The Song, Then You Have Go And See How Other People Have Done It.

Back Seat Drivers Don’t Know The Feel Of The Wheel But They Sho’ Know How To Make A Fuss" Bob Dylan/bonnie Raitt, “let’s Keep It Between Us,” 1982