Somebody once asked me how you write songs. Where do they come from. I just figured it out. A song is a salve that you rub into the wound in your heart. It can be a wound to yourself or a wound to humanity. It can be a joyful wound or a devastating wound or a hilarious wound or a tedious wound or any kind of wound. But sometimes you can’t find exactly the right salve in your cabinet for this particular wound so you have to make up a new song. That’s where songs come from. They are meant to heal the wounds in the heart. And if you sing them, they do.