Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight, and make sure that all her dreams are sweet? Said now, would ya guide her on the roads, and make them softer for her feet? Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight, and make sure that she's gonna be alright, until she's home and here with me.

There ain't much future for a man who works the sea, there ain't no island left for islanders like me.

I hope it does not take the rest of my life until I find what it is I've been looking for.

No end to sorrow, caused by the same endless fears. Why can't we learn from all we've been through after two thousand years?

Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true. When will you realize... Vienna waits for you.

Don't make music for some vast, unseen audience or market or ratings share or even for something as tangible as money. Though it's crucial to make a living, that shouldn't be your inspiration. Do it for yourself.

I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity.