When I Look At My

It's Hard To Believe That You're Really Here, So I Just Pretend That You're Not Here.

My Grandmother Was The Greatest Cook In The World. She Could Just Go In There, The Whole Kitchen Would Look Like A Tornado Hit It And Then She'd Come Out With The Best Food. Then She'd Sit At The Table And She Wouldn't Eat!

I Think The New Bohemians' Inability To Say No Was A Big Part Of Our Problem.

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.

You're Just Playing, Playing, Playing, And Then An Image Or Something Will Come Into Your Mind, And Basically You're Just Narrating It With Music, Letting It Move Along.