I Don't Really Pay Enough Attention To

For Those Two Years In College I Was Constantly Singing And Writing And Playing In Coffee Houses And Stuff.

I've Always Got About Four Albums In My Head.

Waiting For Wisdom To Open The Cage, We Forged In The Fires Of The Innocent Age.

The Meanings Get Lost And The Teachings Get Tossed And You Don't Know What You're Going To Do Next.

I Kinda Threw The Spotlight Away From Me For A Little While.