There's A River Somewhere That Flows Through

Tonight, We Will Both Discover, How Friends Turn Into Lovers, When I Make Love To You.

Strumming My Pain With His Fingers, Singing My Life With His Words, Killing Me Softly With His Song.

As Musicians, And As People Who Sell Material For People To Hear And Absorb, It's Important That We Use That Voice Wisely.

The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face I Thought The Sun Rose In Your Eyes

Music Is An Art Form That Doesn't Need To Be Explained. It Needs To Be Performed; It Needs To Be Felt; It Needs To Be Listened To; It Needs To Progress.