Now I Can Make A Thousand Dollars

I Can't Write About Your Pain; I Only Know My Own.

I Just Don't Conform Very Well.

It Was Hard To Work And Work And Work And Not Get Your Music Played On The Radio.

So It's The Greatest Compliment In The World When People Want To Hear You Sing. That Means It Feels Good To Them, So I Keep Doing It.

My Band Can Tell You, I'd Rather Do Anything Than Rehearse.