My Son Writes Songs And Plays. He

He Made Me Mess The Song Up When I Looked At Him... We Can Show The Kids The Tape And Say, "look, That's When We First Laid Eyes On Each Other."

What I Am Is What I Am. Are You What You Are - Or What?

But Who Cares? I Can Honestly Look Back And Realize That Everything Happened For A Reason. Everything That Fell Apart Has Fallen Back Into Place Beautifully And Magically.

If It Turns Out To Be A Hit, Well, Good Luck Dealing With Fame. And If It's Not A Hit And You Can Still Survive And Make Music You Believe In, Well, Then You're Truly Blessed. I Think That's Where We Are Now.

There's Nothing I Hate More Than Nothing.