Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams Where

Once I Can Focus In On Something, I Just Play It In My Mind Until An Idea Comes From Out Of Nowhere, And It's Usually The Key To The Whole Song. It's The Idea That Matters. It's Like Electricity Was Around Long Before Edison Harnessed It.

I Can't See Myself Singing The Same Song Twice In A Row. That's Terrible.

Don't Forget To Support Your Public Library.

Your Heart Is Like The Ocean, Mysterious And Dark.

I Just Try To Understand That Tomorrow Is Another Day.