Yesterday is just a memory.

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

How can the life of such a man be in the palm of some fools hand?

Being noticed can be a burden. Jesus got himself crucified because he got himself noticed. So I disappear a lot.

I'm not a folk-singer. I just sing a certain place.

Once you think you know the song, then you have go and see how other people have done it.

When you got nothin' / You got nothin' to lose.