My Name Had Gone Stale,

You Can Give Me 400,000 Hostile People And I Won't Even Break Sweat. If You Give Me 200 Adoring People, My Mouth Will Dry Out.

I'm A Method Actress In My Songs, Which Is Why It's Hard To Sing Them.

Heaven's Full Of Astronauts And The Lord's On Death Row.

Eventually, With Success, I Started To Feel More And More Isolated - Like I Didn't Have A Community Of Artists.

The Songwriting Was Almost Like Something I Did While I Was Waiting For My Daughter To Come Back.