When you're on a merry-go-round, you miss a lot of the scenery.

Song Sung Blue took a lot of compressing and refining, and it has one of my favorite lyrics.

You can't plan to write a great song. It just happens to you. It drops in your lap. It's the same thing with a woman.

I don't feel I have to write deep and meaningful songs; they can be light and meaningless. It has to do with the place I am in my life, a really good place.

Some are born who never need them,
Others still who never read them, signs.

I thought love was more or less a giving thing.
Seems the more I gave, the less I got.