I Am Always Trying To Write.

There Are Some Mornings When The Sky Looks Like A Road.

I Wasn't Interested In Writing Music That Wasn't Beautiful For Me To Listen To.

And All That We Built, And All That We Breathed And All That We Spilled Or Pulled Up Like Weeds Is Piled Up In Back And It Burns Irrevocably And We Spoke Up In Turns 'til The Silence Crept Over Me.

I Wasn't Born Of A Whistle Or Milked From A Thistle At Twilight No I Was All Horns And Thorns Sprung Out Fully Formed, Knock-kneed And Upright.

I Have A Voice That's Obviously Untrained - And I Think Untrainable - So I Kind Of Secreted It Away For A Long Time. Actually, I Would Write Songs With Lyrics When I Was Younger, But I Would Just Sing In My Head.