I Had A Mastectomy In 1998, And

My Scar Is Beautiful. It Looks Like An Arrow.

I'm Still More Comfortable With Standards Than With My Own Songs.

Worrying Too Much About Other People's Ears And Not My Own, I Lost My Way.

You Know When You Take The Paint Off An Old Canvas And You Discover That Something's Been Painted Underneath It? That's What I Feel Like - That Part Of The Old Is Coming Through The New.

The Sound Of Birds Stops The Noise In My Mind.