Fare Thee Well My Nightingale,

Some People, It [songwriting] Comes Faster. Some People, It Comes Slower.

We All Are Motivated By Deep Impulses And Deep Appetites To Serve, Even Though We May Not Be Able To Locate That Which We Are Hoping To Serve. So This Is Just A Part Of My Nature And I Think Everybody Else's Nature To Offer Oneself At The Critical Moment When The Emergency Becomes Articulate. It's Only Then That We Can Locate That Willingness To Serve.

Everytime You Grab At Love You Will Lose A Snowflake Of Your Memory

My Friends Are Gone And My Hair Is Grey. I Ache In Places I Used To Play. And I’m Crazy For Love But I’m Not Coming On. I’m Just Paying My Rent Every Day In The Tower Of Song.

You Lose Your Grip, And Then You Slip Into The Masterpiece.