I Don't Have Nothing To

You Have To Forget About What Other People Say, When You're Supposed To Die, Or When You're Supposed To Be Loving. You Have To Forget About All These Things.

All I'm Writing Is Just What I Feel, That's All. I Just Keep It Almost Naked. And Probably The Words Are So Bland.

Butterflies And Zebras And Moonbeams And Fairy Tales That's All She Ever Thinks About Riding With The Wind.

Spiritually, It's Always There. It Gets Better And Better All The Time. One Of These Days I'll Just Finally Release All That Out.

Sometimes Music Comes Across To Me Just When I Am Sitting Around Doing Nothing, And Then The Music Makes Me Think Of A Few Words I Might Have Written.