Another version of this. Door-to-door-to-door . . . LYRICS: Always heading in one direction never knowing where the next connection is or where it is that I am going next Should I take a right or take a left? There's a detour that I…

Another version of this. Door-to-door-to-door . . . LYRICS: Always heading in one direction never knowing where the next connection is or where it is that I am going next Should I take a right or take a left? There's a detour that I…

Another version of this. Door-to-door-to-door . . . LYRICS: Always heading in one direction never knowing where the next connection is or where it is that I am going next Should I take a right or take a left? There's a detour that I…

The first song I ever wrote.

I'm not a fan of judgmental people.

I spent a lot of time alone driving around the Dakotas in the winter. I remember standing, looking out at a perfectly level horizon: all white below, all blue above.

I spent a lot of time alone driving around the Dakotas in the winter. I remember standing, looking out at a perfectly level horizon: all white below, all blue above.

All work and no play . . .

I guess you could say I had second thoughts . . . (And then second thoughts about the song . . .)* *UPDATED 2-20-12 LYRICS: Never inside you again unless you promise to pretend What happens next all depends on if you change your…

One day I'm going to write a symphony. It gets heavy after the first 30 seconds.