Folks have always asked me, "What's your favorite song that you've written?"I guess I've always struggled with that. Any song always seems a little contrived, a little writerly. Sometimes it's the opposite. Sometimes you wish you had put a little more into it; waited for a better line.
I wrote this on the doorstep of the studio waiting for Steve Connelly to get there. There are no filters here. I always thought that I was struggling for beauty. Now I'm thinking that I've always struggled for honesty. I forgot to put out the "Do Not Disturb" sign.
There are dreams that touch your head, there are dreams that fill your heart, there are dreams that haunt your soul, there are dreams that fall apart.
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