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

Make a destination of the greater truth.

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

To a brighter light, to a promised land, you can feel the power, of the master's hand.

Well all of Chuck's children are out there playing his licks, get into your kicks. Come back baby, rock and roll never forgets.

There was this long lovely dancer in a little club downtown, love to watch her do her stuff.

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