The Search Is In The Doing.

I Was Writing "diamonds And Rust' And It Had Nothing To Do With What It Turned Out To Be. I Don't Remember What It Is, But I Think I Was Writing A Song. It Was Literally Interrupted By A Phone Call, And It Just Took Another Curve And It Came Out To Be What It Was.

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.

There Are Good Guys, And There Are Congressional People Who Are Good Guys, And I Certainly Vote In Those Elections. You Know, My Fondest Dream Would Be If Obama, When He Got Out Of Office, Decided He Was Going To Go Back And Organize On The Streets. He'd Be The Only Person I Could Imagine Who Could Really Create A Movement Similar To What King Did, And God Knows We Need That Now.

I Have Hope In People, In Individuals. Because You Don't Know What's Going To Rise From The Ruins.

Sometimes I Get Lonesome For A Storm. A Fullblown Storm Where Everything Changes.