It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of

People Think They Know Me From My Songs. But My Repertoire Of Songs Is So Wide-ranging That You'd Have To Be A Madman To Figure Out The Characteristics Of The Person Who Wrote All Those Songs.

Your Heart Is Like The Ocean, Mysterious And Dark.

It Frightens Me, The Awful Truth, Of How Sweet Life Can Be.

I Wouldn't Even Think Of Playing Music If I Was Born In These Times. I Wouldn't Even Listen To The Radio.

As He Weeps To Wicked Birds Of Prey, Who Pick Up On His Bread Crumb Sins, And There Are No Sins Inside The Gates Of Eden.