Every Time You Pick Up Your Guitar

Would You Know My Name If I Saw You In Heaven Will It Be The Same If I Saw You In Heaven I Must Be Strong, And Carry On Cause I Know I Don't Belong Here In Heaven Would You Hold My Hand If I Saw You In Heaven Would You Help Me Stand If I Saw You In Heaven I'll Find My Way, Through Night And Day Cause I Know I Just Can't Stay Here In Heaven

Before You Accuse Me, Take A Look At Yourself.

From The Beginning, I Knew Intuitively That If Nothing Else, Music Was Safe, And That Nobody Could Tell Me Anything About It. Music Didn't Need A Middleman, Whereas All The Other Things In School Needed Some Kind Of Explanation.

I Grew Up Playing In Clubs - That's My Spiritual Stomping Ground.

Leave Bands, Go Back To Obscurity If I Choose To, Without A Great Sense Of Loss Of Security Because It's All Been Based On The Fact That I Did It On My Own Or Was Doing, Enjoying Doing It On My Own In The First Place.