I Don't Really Think Of Myself As

I Don't Like Myself, And I Don't Like To Be Looked At.

I Want To Write Music That Will Outlive Me.

When I Pick Up The Guitar, It's A Melody, And That's What Drives The Lyrics. It's Bits And Pieces Of Truth, But It Is Storytelling.

Now The Wren Has Gone To Roost And The Sky Is Turnin' Gold Turnin' From The Past, At Last And All I've Left Behind.

I Refused Then Like I Do Now To Let Anybody Tie Me Down