"We've got that list of ideas." A notebook full of lyrics. Contrary to popular belief- he writes. He writes a lot. It's just a lot of it doesn't make the cut on account of being too much, too little, or too nonsensical. Sometimes something good gets put together but for the most part? He doesn't use a lot of it.

Carolina settles in and York, more in his skin than before, leans forward to offer her one of the bottles of water on hand. "You ok?"