I guess I lost my way, there were so many roads. I was living to run, and running to live, never worried about paying or even how much I owed.

I write probably 80 percent of my stuff over the winter.

He spent all night staring down at the lights on L.A., wondering if he ever could go home.

I'm really glad I didn't have kids earlier, because I probably would have ignored them. I was so into my career. I could just go and play a ton of shows, night after night after night. I can't do that anymore.

I really like the thing I did with Martina McBride. I had that song sitting around for a long time.

Here comes old Rosie she's looking mighty fine, here comes hot Nancy she's steppin' right on time. There go the street lights bringing on the night, here come the men faces hidden from the light.

I'm not a number. Dammit, I'm a man.