Well, as you've probably guessed by my use of the past tense in introducing that last song,it didn't work out, surprisingly enough, and there was a few reasons for that, and one of them wasthat I was engaged in a parallel love affair with the road and with touring, and that was really thetime of my life when that kind of started going crazy, and that doesn't make for a good relationship,being away 13 months a year, you know. The other reason it didn't work out though, and to be honest,is because I didn't behave especially well in that relationship, and it's a part of my lifeI'm not very proud of, and you know, it's a thing that it took me a long time to kind of face up toand admit responsibility for, and in fact, for a long time, I kind of, I cast around for blame,somebody else to take the responsibility for me, and the obvious choice was my dad,because you know, he was an *** to us, so it's his fault or something, and I used to thinklike that for a long time, and then I read this book by John Steinbeck called East of Eden, thatyou may know, and it's about the Trask family, but what it's really about is about moral responsibilityand the idea that in the end, where each of us, we're all responsible for the choices and thedecisions that we make in life, and that blaming on somebody else is a coward's way out, and you'vegot to stand up eventually and take responsibility for who you are and what you did. It took me along *** time to learn that lesson, and one of the ways I thought about it was in song, becauseas you might have noticed, I'm a songwriter, so that's what this song is about, and it'sgoing to feature Mr Nigel Powell on the drums. Take it away, Nige.This song's called Redemption.And it's walking home to my house through the snow from the stationWhen Springsteen came clear in my head, phones are the pattern in questionOh, is love really real? Can any of us hope for redemption?Or are we all merely barding our time down to lonely conclusions?Darling, let me take your hand as I talk you through thisHow loneliness etched into deep-seated psychosisLying awake in crowded hotel rooms focused on tapersWith my failings laid clear on the ceiling, I don't think I can do thisI don't think I can do thisWell, I tried so hard to not turn into my fatherBut if I only ever skip all his choices, will I ever choose better?Oh, the sad truth is that the grass, it will always seem greenerSo I left you alone in a restaurant in London in winterAnd you deserve betterAnd I didn't trustIt's on my backAnd in my earsAnd the sound cuts clear and brings the awful truth that I can't stand what I've done to youAnd it's written clear in my diary, today should have been our anniversaryAnd they're far away and we're far apart And you're back home with a broken heartAnd love is real and I can't escape, I only ever have myself to blameThese failures seemed to save me in the nightLike a fever, I can't break tight as I'm fineAwake me, darling, you needed to take me homeBut I know, in the end the redemption is mine and mine aloneSo a feat of us is made up of a tally of mistakes and successesThen my hour in that restaurant makes my score less than impressiveBut each can be redeemed by the courage with which he confessesSo darling, I miss you, your music, your mask and your kissesI don't think I can do thisThank you