Elusive Dreams And Vague Desires Fanned To

I Find A Lot Of Poetry To Be Narcissistic.

Don't It Always Seem To Go, That You Don't Know What You've Got Till It's Gone.

I Never Really Wanted To Be A Star. I Didn't Like Entering A Room With All Eyes On Me. I Still Don't Really Like The Attention Of A Birthday Party.

I Hang My Laundry On The Line When I Write.

There Was This Mountain Village In Russia Where My Music Was Getting In On Some German Radio Station. I Remember This Because Music Used To Get Up To Saskatchewan From Texas. Late At Night After The Local Station Closed Down.