Love Is Still A Simple Act Of

September Morn Do You Remember How We Danced That Night Away Two Lovers Playing Scenes From Some Romantic Play September Morning Still Can Make Me Feel This Way.

When You're On A Merry-go-round, You Miss A Lot Of The Scenery.

My Peers Accept Me And Respect Me, And That's Enough.

My Writing Is Different. I Think It's Better. I Think It's Deeper. But, Strangely Enough, It Covers A Lot Of The Old Ground. Maybe It Says It In A More Sophisticated Way ... But I [have Written] About Basically The Same Subjects Over The Years.

You Can't Plan To Write A Great Song. It Just Happens To You. It Drops In Your Lap. It's The Same Thing With A Woman.