These days I keep a journal, so I'm constantly sketching down my thoughts, or lines that come to me...ideas for songs. And then when I have a moment to myself, I'll sit down with my guitar and open my journal, and start kind of massaging things together, and see if a song takes shape. Or sometimes, I'll just be hanging out with my guitar and come up with a chord progression or a lick, and that'll sort of sit around for a while waiting to marry itself to some words. So it's sort of haphazard and it's like...junk culture. I go around finding shiny objects and I glue them together laughs.

I fight with love and i laugh with rage....you gotta live light enough to see the humor, and long enough to see some change.

No one's gonna sympathize when we crash, they'll say you hit what you head for, you get what you ask.

I am still praying for revolution.

I don't always feel lucky, but I'm smart enough to try.

It's just hard to travel in the shadow of regret. In fact, it's so hard that I actually haven't left yet.

I make such a good statistic, somebody should study me now; somebody's gotta be interested in how I feel, just cause I'm here, and I'm real.