Just keep on using me, until you use me up.

I've always been serious that way, trying to evolve to a more conscious state. Funny thing about that,though. You tweak yourself,looking for more love, less lust, more compassion, less jealousy. You keep tweaking, keep adjusting those knobs until you can no longer find the original settings. In some sense,the original settings are exactly what I'm looking for-a return to the easygoing guy i was before my world got complicated, the nice guy who took things as they came and laughed so hard the blues would blow away in the summer wind.

I write and sing about whatever I am able to understand and feel.

I was wiser at 30 than I am now. My judgment was better at 12. If you look out the windshield of a Hyundai or a Bentley, you see the same road.

If you start sweet, then you've got somewhere to go.

When you get to all right, take a good look around and get used to it, because that may be as far as you're gonna go.

I would like to know how it feels for my desperation to get louder.