I Write About The Things I Feel

If You Gave Me Just A Coin For Every Time We Say Goodbyewell I'd Be Rich Beyond My Dreams, I'm Sorry For My Weary Lifei Know I'm Not Perfect But I Can Smileand I Hope That You See This Heart Behind My Tired Eyes.

Looking Back, I Think That's Why I Did Music. I'd Get Home From School And The House Would Be So Quiet.

It's Too Late And It's Too Bad, Don't Think Of Me.

I Always Want To Bring Emotion Across In A Straightforward Way. I Don't Want To Get Histrionic When I'm Singing. For Me That's Just Not Interesting; It Goes Too Far Down One Road.

Thirty Is Not An Age For A Woman Anymore.