Much Of Songwriting Is Simply A Mystery.

I Am Just A Poor Boy, Though My Story's Seldom Told, And I Have Squandered My Resistance, For A Pocket Full Of Mumbles, Such Are Promises. All Lies In Jest, Still A Man Hears What He Wants To Hear And Disregards The Rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...

The Words Come. Usually, It's A Long Time Before They Come. And Then When They Start To Come, It Doesn't Take So Long For It To Be Finished. It Takes A Long Time To Begin. And Then It Sort Of Gets Finished.

I Try To Open Up My Heart As Much As I Can And Keep A Real Keen Eye Out That I Don't Get Sentimental. I Think We're All Afraid To Reveal Our Hearts. It's Not At All In Fashion.

Being An Artist Doesn't Mean That You're A Good Artist. That Was The Bargain I First Made With Myself: I'd Say, I'm An Artist, But I'm Not Really Very Good.

Hide It In A Hiding Place Where No One Ever Goes Put It In Your Pantry With Your Cupcakes