Since my feet are now fast and point away from the past, I'll bid farewell and be down the line.

It's east to see without lookin' too far that not much is really sacred.

Jesus, that ear. He should donate it to The Smithsonian. Brian Wilson, he made all his records with four tracks, but you couldn't make his records if you had a hundred tracks today.

If I lived my life by what others were thinkin', the heart inside me would've died.

Everyone of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.

I'm mortified to be on the stage, but then again, it's the only place where I'm happy.

And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’ But I’ll know my song well before I start singin