She Said A Good Day Ain't Got

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.

I Really Don't Know What Exactly All The Songs Mean. Sometimes Other People Have Meanings And When I Hear Them I Think, 'that's Really A Better Meaning Than I Thought, And Perfectly Valid, Given The Words That Exist.' So Part Of What Makes A Song Really Good Is That People Take In Different Meanings, And They Apply Them, And They Might Be More Powerful Than The Ones I'm Thinking.

Although I Was Able To Study Music With Teachers, I Never Studied Lyric Writing. I Read Poetry, And I Read Other Lyricists. But They Were Never Writing In The Style Or The Form That I Was Interested In.

In The Clearing Stands The Boxer, And A Fighter By His Trade. And He Carries A Reminder Of Every Glove That Laid Him Down... Or Cut Him Till He Cried Out In His Anger And His Shame "i Am Leaving! I Am Leaving" But The Fighter Still Remains.

I Don't Believe What The Papers Are Saying They're Just Out To Capture My Dime, Exaggerating This, Exaggerating That.