I found the love I've been looking for. It's a real love, it's a real love. Standing up behind an electric guitar, It's a real love, it's a real love… - Lucinda Williams

Not a day goes by I don't think about you;
You left your mark on me, it's permanent, a tattoo.
Pierce the skin and the blood runs through,
Oh my baby.

The night's too long;
It just drags on and on.
And then there's never enough.
That's when the sun starts coming up.
Don't let go of her hand,
You just might be the right man.
She loves the night,
She loves the night,
She doesn't want the night
Don't want it to end.

I think what informs my songwriting is my empathy with that. Maybe that’s what bothers people. It scares them to go to the edge of the well and look in. But it’s what they like also. And wouldn’t you rather feel the pain than not feel anything?