If It's Natural To Kill, How Come

It Sounds Corny, But It's Absolutely True: A Song Chooses Me. I Don't Go Looking For A Certain Kind Of Lyric. It Kind Of Develops Its Own Little Arc And I'll Just See What Happens.

Somebody Else Does The Rigor And Then I Listen. I Have An Assistant, And My Manager, And Other People Who Hunt And Find And Send It To Me, And Then I Just Figure Out Which Ones I Can Do Justice To.

The Foundation Of My Beliefs Is The Same As It Was When I Was 10. Non-violence.

To Sing Is To Love And Affirm, To Fly And To Soar, To Coast Into The Hearts Of The People Who Listen To Tell Them That Life Is To Live, That Love Is There, That Nothing Is A Promise, But That Beauty Exists, And Must Be Hunted For And Found.

Only You And I Can Help The Sun Rise Each Coming Morning. If We Don't, It May Drench Itself Out In Sorrow.