Every Song Asks To Be

When I Think Of Folk Music, I Think Of Topical Songs. And I Don't Write Topical Songs.

Now The Wren Has Gone To Roost And The Sky Is Turnin' Gold Turnin' From The Past, At Last And All I've Left Behind.

I Can't Get Excited By My Own Music. It's Impossible.

You Can Make Bad Choices And Find Yourself In A Downward Spiral Or You Can Find Something That Gets You Out Of It.

I Refused Then Like I Do Now To Let Anybody Tie Me Down