My Dad Was A Particularly Polite Kind

I Lost My Voice. I'd Never Had To Cancel A Show Before And I Had To Walk Around With A Pad And A Pen, Writing Things Down.

I Do Have A Spongelike Ear Or Mentality Or Whatever You Call It, But It's Probably A Bit Subconscious.

Will You Still Need Me, Will You Still Feed Me, When I'm Sixty-four?

I'm Not Into, Hey, What's Your Sign? Or Any Of That. But I Don't Know How I Got Here, And I Don't Know How I Write Songs. I Don't Know Why I Breathe.

I'm A Pretty Hands-on Dad And Make The Most Of My Custody. I Take Care Of My Little One Whenever I Can, And She Determines What I Can Do And Where I Can Do It.