He Aint Heavy, He's My

I Suppose That Being Moved To Write A Song Is More Applicable To Me, I Have To Be Moved, I Have To Have A Reason To Write A Particular Song.

Money Talks But It Can't Sing And Dance And It Don't Walk.

Crackling Rosie Make Me Smile. God, If It Lasts For An Hour That's Alright, To Set The World Right. Find Us A Dream That Don't Ask No Questions.

The Music Is Key. It Has The Power To Transport You. I Go From Being A Slightly Insecure, Shy Kind Of A Person Offstage, To This Super-confident, Motivated, Entity Onstage.

The Man In Between Waits Between The Two, Not Hearing The Lie And Not Seeing The True. Unknowing What Is And Denying What Seems, And There He Will Sleep, The Man In Between.