I Hope That Just What I Sing

I Was Just Wondering If You'd Come Along To Hold Up My Head When My Head Won't Hold On.

I'm A Very Vicious Critic Of Myself.

Lying On The Roof Counting The Stars That Fill The Sky I Wonder If Someone In The Heavens Looking Back Down On Me I'll Never Know So Much Space To Believe

I've Never Been Much Of A Craftsman, In An Educated Way. But I Think Just The Experience Of Writing Makes The Avenues I Follow A Little More Efficient In Some Ways. At The Same Time, When You're Young, You're A Little More Fearless, And There's Less Of An Internal Critic.

To Change The World It Starts With One Step However Small First Step Is Hardest Of All.