Up With The Sun. Gone With The

And You Pretend It Doesn't Bother You, When You Just Want To Explode.

The Two Hours Onstage Is Great. But I Can Only Play A Show And Then Take A Night Off. I Have To Sing For Two Hours, And Then I've Gotta Rest It For A Night. So It's The Other 46 Hours That Are Just Boring As Heck.

I Write Probably 80 Percent Of My Stuff Over The Winter.

Later In The Evening When You Lie Awake In Bed With The Echoes From The Amplifiers Ringing In Your Head.

Here Comes Old Rosie She's Looking Mighty Fine, Here Comes Hot Nancy She's Steppin' Right On Time. There Go The Street Lights Bringing On The Night, Here Come The Men Faces Hidden From The Light.