I Go Out On The Road For

I Pull You From Your Tower, Take Away Your Pain. Show You All The Beauty You Possess, If You Only Let Yourself Believe.

You're In The Arms Of The Angels; May You Find Some Comfort Here.

If I Cried Me A River Of All My Confessions, Would I Drown In My Shallow Regret?

I Don't Tend To Question Things That Much. If It Feels Right, I Go For It.

I Didn't Get Hugely Famous Really Quick. It Was A Slow, Gradual Process, So I Was Able To Sort Of Grow Into Myself And Figure Out Who I Was And What I Wanted Without The Glaring Spotlight On Me Telling Me Who I Was.