You Don't Have To Prove

I Grew Up Not Understanding What Was True And What Was Not True. It Gave Me A Sense Of Unreality. I Was Told That This Man [mom's Lover] Was Not My Mother's Lover - When He Was. I Was Told He Was There As A Male Babysitter For My Brother So That He Would Learn Sports And Other Manly Things.

Don't Mind If I Fall Apart. There's More Room In A Broken Heart.

The Models For Me Were More The Folk-rock Singers Of The '60s And '70s.

I Had Some Dreams, They Were Clouds In My Coffee.

I Always Sang Standards Because The Songs I Wrote For Myself Weren't As Easy To Sing.