Only Time Will Tell If It Was

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus. It's That Kind Of Morning.

While My Mind Is Flexible, These Brittle Bones Don't Bend.

Whether It's A Letter, Song Lyrics, Part Of A Novel, Or Instructions On How To Fix A Kitchen Sink, It's Writing. You Keep Your Craft Honed, You Acquire The Discipline To Finish Things. You Turn Into A Self-taskmaster.

I Know A Girl Made Of Memories And Phrases, Lives Her Whole Life In Chapters And Phases.

I've Always Been Trying To Write Songs Like Lightfoot. A Song Of Mine Like 'come Monday' Is A Direct Result Of Me Trying To Write A Gordon Lightfoot Song.