If You Swing Both Ways, You Really

It Sounds Corny, But It's Absolutely True: A Song Chooses Me. I Don't Go Looking For A Certain Kind Of Lyric. It Kind Of Develops Its Own Little Arc And I'll Just See What Happens.

I Was Trying To Disturb The War.

Hypothetical Questions Get Hypothetical Answers.

You May Not Know It, But At The Far End Of Despair, There Is A White Clearing Where One Is Almost Happy.

Sometimes I Get Lonesome For A Storm. A Fullblown Storm Where Everything Changes.