Life I Love You, All Is Groovy.

I Just Said, You Know, This Is A Great Track But This Lyric, I Don't Believe It. It Sounds Like I'm Trying To Say Something, Instead Of It Naturally Coming Out Of Me, Like I Was Saying Something That I Already Knew. Anyway, I Can't Remember What It Was. And Either I Threw It All Out Or I Threw 90 Percent Of It Out, And Kept A Line Or Two. That's Happened A Couple Of Times To Me. Not Too Often, But A Couple Of Times. Very Aggravating When It Does Happen.

Who Am I To Blow Against The Wind?

I'm Laying Out My Winter Clothes And Wishing I Was Gone, Going Home, Where The New York City Winters Aren't Bleedin' Me.

I Didn't Get How Big It Was Until I Went Home, Turned On The Television And Saw It On All The News, And Later That Night On The Front Pages Of All The Newspapers. Then I Got It.

Much Of Songwriting Is Simply A Mystery.