I'm Sittin' On My Watch So I

Every Step Of The Way We Walk The Line Your Days Are Numbered, So Are Mine Time Is Pilin' Up, We Struggle And We Scrape We're All Boxed In, Nowhere To Escape

Once I Went Into Songwriting, I Figured I Had To - I Couldn't Be A Hellfire Rock 'n' Roller. But I Could Write Hellfire Lyrics.

There Would Be Brilliant Songs, But, As [bob] Dylan Admitted On The Recent Martin Scorsese Documentary About Him (no Direction Home), The Specific Muse That Inspired "it's Alright Ma" Would Not Return.

Frank [sinatra] Sang To You, Not At You, Like So Many Pop Singers Today. Even Singers Of Standards. I Never Wanted To Be A Singer That Sings At Somebody. I've Always Wanted To Sing To Somebody. I Would Have Gotten That Subliminally From Frank Many Years Ago. Hank Williams Did That, Too. He Sang To You.

Basically You Have To Suppress Your Own Ambitions In Order To Be Who You Need To Be.