I Always Try To Give My Songs

There's A Heaven On Earth That So Few Ever Find, Though The Map's In Your Soul And The Road's In Your Mind

Death Is There To Keep Us Honest And Constantly Remind Us We Are Free.

People Who Listen To My Records Expect The Ballads From Me. The Rock 'n Roll Is On There Because It's Another Mode Of Expression.

I Choose To Express Myself.

Down The Ancient Corridors Through The Gates Of Time, Run The Ghosts Of Dreams That We Have Left Behind.