Soul's Escaping Through This Hole That Is

Sporadic Thoughts Will Pop Into My Head And I'll Have To Go Write Something Down, And The Next Thing You Know, I've Written A Whole Song In An Hour.

I Don't Think I've Ever Read Poetry, Ever.

I'm Not Really Book-smart.

I Shoot For The Moon But I'm Too Busy Gazing The Stars.

You Know, Not To Sound Corny Or Nuthin', But I Felt Like A Fighter Comin' Up, Man. I Felt Like, You Know, I'm Being Attacked For This Reason Or That Reason, And I Gotta Fight My Way Through This.