It Just Seems To Useless To Have

You Get In There, You Get The Job Done And You Get The Hell Out.

You Believe What You Want To Believe

Songwriting Ability Is A Gift. After A While, You Come To Realize, "i've Really Been Blessed. I Can Write These Things And It Makes Me Happy, And It Makes Millions Of People Happy." It's An Obligation, It's Bigger Than You. It's The Only True Magic I Know. It's Not Pulling A Rabbit Out Of A Hat; It's Real. It's Your Soul Floating Out To Theirs.

I Don't Know, My Music Has Always Just Come From Where The Wind Blew Me. Like Where I'm At During A Particular Moment In Time.

There Goes Your Freedom Of Choice, There Goes The Last Human Voice.