I Want To Be In Control Of

I'm Very Uncomfortable In My Own Skin.

When I Pick Up The Guitar, It's A Melody, And That's What Drives The Lyrics. It's Bits And Pieces Of Truth, But It Is Storytelling.

Now The Wren Has Gone To Roost And The Sky Is Turnin' Gold Turnin' From The Past, At Last And All I've Left Behind.

I Want To Write Music That Will Outlive Me.

I Refused Then Like I Do Now To Let Anybody Tie Me Down