The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I'm more at home in the vacant lots.

Back seat drivers don’t know the feel of the wheel but they sho’ know how to make a fuss" Bob Dylan/Bonnie Raitt, “Let’s Keep It Between Us,” 1982

I never could guess your weight, baby.

Gonna change my way of thinking, make my self a different set of rules. Gonna put my good foot forward and stop being influenced by fools.

Just a reminder, if you tell anyone about what happened with Jonah last night, I'll destroy all of my writing and never play music again.

Freedom just around the corner for you, but with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than those who are most content.