I Sang In Art School, Just To

My Parents Told Me I'd Point To A Bed Of Flowers And Say 'pink. Pretty,' Before I Knew Any Other Words.

All I Really, Really Want Our Love To Do Is To Bring Out The Best In Me And In You Too.

I Try Not To Steal From Myself, But The Modalities Create Similarities.

At The Point Where I'm Trying To Force Something And It's Not Happening, And I'm Getting Frustrated With, Say, Writing A Poem, I Can Go And Pick Up The Brushes And Start Painting. At The Point Where The Painting Seems To Not Be Going Anywhere, I Go And Pick Up The Guitar.

Will You Take Me As I Am? Strung Out On Another Man...california, I'm Comin' Home.