Now The Wren Has Gone To Roost

Every Song Asks To Be Sung In A Different Way.

My Voice Sucks. I Don't Like The Tone.

Well It's The Hurt I Hide That Fuels The Fires Inside Me

When I Pick Up The Guitar, It's A Melody, And That's What Drives The Lyrics. It's Bits And Pieces Of Truth, But It Is Storytelling.

I Refused Then Like I Do Now To Let Anybody Tie Me Down