For A Song I Was Bought Now

Well Morning Came, And It Dressed The Sky In A Lovely Yellow Gown. Shopping Malls Are Opening In That Narrow Hallway Of Downtown, Filled With People Who Are Shopping For Their Lovers And Their Friends, Singing "i Won't Ever Be Lonely Again

You Can't Manufacture Inspiration, So A Lot Of It Is Still A Waiting Game For Me. There's Still A Lot Of Mystery To Songwriting. I Don't Have A Method That I Can Go Back To - They Either Come Or They Don't.

I Know A Girl Who Cries When She Practices Violin Because Each Note Sounds So Pure It Just Cuts Into Her, And Then The Melody Comes Pouring Out Her Eyes. Now, To Me, Everything Else Just Sounds Like A Lie.

I Find That Moving Keeps Me Optimistic, The Idea Of What's Going To Be Down The Road A Bit Or Around The Next Bend.

I Really Believe In The Way The Energy Can Consolidate In Certain Geographical Spots. You Can Find It In A Lot Of Different Places, Beautiful Natural Spots, Or If You Look At Islam Or Judaism Or Christianity, These Ideas Of Holy Places.