When I Look At How Fortunate I've

I Swear By Now I'm Playing Time Against My Troubles I'm Coming Slow But Speeding

When I Listen To My Favorite Songwriters, They Have Such Simple Melodies And Chords. I Occasionally Manage To Stop At The Right Time, But All Too Often I Keep On Going Until I Have Way Too Many Notes And Words. But That's Just What I Do.

But Then There Are Magical, Beautiful Things In The World, And There's Incredible Acts Of Kindness And Bravery And In The Most Unlikely Places, And It Gives You Hope.

Troubles, They May Come And Go, But Good Times, They're The Gold.

I'm A Fairly Tormented Artist, And I'm Less Willing To Indulge Myself In Self-pity, Outside Of Songwriting.