I needed a song that could push me forward along this country’s long roads and still leave me a trail of bread crumbs that could lead me back home. I’m afraid I’ll get lost out there, maybe in the California hills I will pitch a tent and write poetry on the backs of my hands. I will smudge my words every time I wipe these eyes that water too much. People always think I’m crying. What do people think of me? Do they think I’m less than a man, that I have too much femininity? What is femininity anyway? I’ve always thought that women were stronger than men. They carry so much on their backs and we men have so little. We just have to keep appearances up.