I Knew A Girl, Her Name Was

These Eyes Weren't Made For Crying, This Love Wasn't Made To Waste. These Arms Weren't Made For Battle, But To Share In Your Embrace.

Let Us Burn One From End To End, And Pass It Over To Me My Friend.

With So Many People To Love In My Life, Why Do I Worry About One?

As A Songwriter, I Don't Rush. I May Sit On Lyrics For Two Years Before The Music Hits.

Fearlessness, Absolutely. Discipline. You Also Need Open-minded Creativeness That Lets Everything In. You Never Want To Lose A Word Or A Phrase, Yet Every One Should Count. Always The Best Language Possible. And, Finally, Knowing When To Leave It Alone. Stop When It's Done.