Fame Puts You There Where Things Are

I Don't Know Where I'm Going From Here, But I Promise It Won't Be Boring.

It Makes Me Sad When I See Artists Who Come Alive When They Go Onstage, Because, Gee, I Really Come Alive When I'm Home.

It's Much Easier For Me To Say That, The Kind Of Music I Didn't Listen To Was Pretty Much That. I Mean Everything, From Jazz To Classical To Popular. And Tibetan Horns Were A Great Part Of It In 1966, '67.

And These Children That You Spit On As They Try To Change Their Worlds Are Immune To Your Consultations. They're Quite Aware Of What They're Going Through.

Questioning My Spiritual Life Has Always Been Germane To What I Was Writing. Always. It's Because I'm Not Quite An Atheist And It Worries Me. There's That Little Bit That Holds On: 'well, I'm Almost An Atheist. Give Me A Couple Of Months.'