When you’re growing up in a small town You know you’ll grow down in a small town There is only one good use for a small town You hate it and you know you’ll have to leave.
All I want to do, is write rock and roll that you could listen to as you got older, and it wouldn’t lose anything; it would be timeless, in the subject matter and the literacy of the lyrics.
When the past makes you laugh and you can savor the magic that lets you survive your own war, you’ll find that that fire is passion and there’s a door up ahead – not a wall.
