I Think Of You
I ought to mention about songwriting generally, and especially writing
songs like this: very often you write a song as a matter of housecleaning,
sweeping your head out, throwing out the garbage. You walk up to a cliff
and take this garbage and drop it off. You never want to see it again.
When someone in the audience asks you to sing one of those songs, it's
like walking up to you and handing you a bag of garbage and asking if
it belongs to you.
And when my world has turned to sunlight,
And when I hear the soft wind moaning
Copyright ©1973, 2000 Bruce Phillips