I Don't Have A Problem

A Gut-string Classical Spanish Guitar, A Sweet, Lovely Little Lady. The Smell Of It. Even Now, To Open A Guitar Case, When It's An Old Wooden Guitar, I Could Crawl In And Close The Lid.

A Painter's Got A Canvas. The Writer's Got Reams Of Empty Paper. A Musician Has Silence.

If You Say I'm Great, Thank You Very Much. But I Know What I Am. I Could Be Better, Man, You Know?

Songwriting's A Weird Game.

I Don't Have A Problem With Drugs, I Have A Problem With Policemen.