Like a rock, standing arrow straight. Like a rock, charging from the gate.

Stood alone on a mountain top, starin' out at the Great Divide. I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide. Just then I saw a young hawk flyin' and my soul began to rise.

It went on yesterday and it's going on tonight, somewhere there's somebody ain't treatin' somebody right.

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.

When I try to write I try to write something different every time. That's the challenge.

I always loved music. You know, my parents said I started singing when I was 4, in the car.

I just start playing music and eventually I sing something, a line of a verse or a B section or a line of a chorus, and the line that I end up singing is related to the music I'm playing, if that makes any sense. And I go from there.