Every Song Asks To Be Sung In

I Don't Really Think Of Myself As A Folk Singer.

It's So Easy To Get Caught Up In Your Own Experiences. They Can Seem So Important. But There Are Billions And Billions Of Other Experiences Going On.

Now The Wren Has Gone To Roost And The Sky Is Turnin' Gold Turnin' From The Past, At Last And All I've Left Behind.

Don't Let Your Eyes Refuse To Seedon't Let Your Ears Refuse To Hear

I Want To Be In Control Of My Own Destiny.