"I wrote a song about a guy I met in San Diego. I hadn’t made friends in a really long time. He put me on the back of his motor cycle and we drove away from all my security and he got a lot of trouble. I just hold on to his leather jacket. I just remember my helmet got all foggy cause I was crying cause I hadn’t been outside by myself for so long. He hid me away in this little shack at the beach, where we made love all day long and then he introduced me to all his friends. And I’ll never forget it because the one before him told me I would never make another friend, he told me I would die a rich old woman in a big house. With all my fame and no sense of the world. But not this guy. He told me that he was a gypsy too and if I wanted to we could go anywhere together or anywhere apart."