When I Say Music Saved Me, I

Listen As The Wind Blows From Across The Great Divide Voices Trapped In Yearning Memories Trapped In Time

I'm Not A Media Darling. I'm Not On The Cover Of All These Magazines. I Just Quietly Do My Thing.

You've Been Gone So Long From All That You Know. It's Been Shuffled Aside As You Bask In The Glow. All The Beauitful Strangers Who Whisper Your Name, Do They Fill Up The Emptiness? Larger That Life Is Your Fiction, In A Universe Made Upon One.

It's Easier To Believe In This Sweet Madness, Oh This Glorious Sadness, That Brings Me To My Knees.

I Go Out On The Road For Much Longer Than I Probably Should And Lose More Of Myself Than I Should.