Words May Move, But They're

Do You Remember Stormy Winter?well Button Up Your Coat, One's Comin' Soon

Sometimes An Idea From Six Years Ago Will Come To Me Out Of The Blue. And Maybe I Haven't Even Seen The Lyrics I Wrote Down, But I'll Just Have This Physical Memory Of Having Written It, And In My Mind I Can See The Piece Of Paper, And The Words I Wrote Down, And Then By Muscle Memory, I'll Remember The Chords That Go Along With It.

Is It Possible To Love Someone Too Much? You Bet.

I Like Things That Reach A Little Further And Are A Little More Abstract, But I Don't Think That's What I Do Naturally Well. How I Write Naturally Is Probably What's Furthest From Me, And The Most Removed From What I Understand.

I Don't Think, That All My Stuff Could've Been Records. Some, Maybe. The Ones That I Really Wanted To Be Records, Those Are The Ones That Are Going Into The Box.