I Try To Write Conversationally; I Try

An Angry Man Can Only Get So Far Until He Reconciles The Way He Thinks.

My Love For You Will Still Be Strong After The Boys Of Summer Have Gone.

I Think My First Instrument Was A Ukulele That They Gave Me. I Used To Know How To Play That Pretty Well.

Sometimes Songwriters And Singers Forget That. They Get A Melody In Their Head And The Notes Will Take Precedence, So That They Wind Up Forcing A Word Onto A Melody. It Doesn't Ring True.

Fame, At One Time, Was Associated With Accomplishment, But In This Day And Age Fame And Notoriety Have Become Confused.