There's A Real Sense Of Desperation When

When I Think Of Folk Music, I Think Of Topical Songs. And I Don't Write Topical Songs.

My Voice Sucks. I Don't Like The Tone.

Well It's The Hurt I Hide That Fuels The Fires Inside Me

Well, I Looked My Demons In The Eyes Laid Bare My Chest, Said 'do Your Best, Destroy Me. You See, I’ve Been To Hell And Back So Many Times, I Must Admit You Kind Of Bore Me.

Now The Wren Has Gone To Roost And The Sky Is Turnin' Gold Turnin' From The Past, At Last And All I've Left Behind.