It's the age of reason for the anarchist.

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.

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

And just about the time I feel like screaming and finding me a wall to punch right through, I look up and I just can't help smiling, it's you.

It was 22 years of work in a row, right up until 1987. Twenty-two years in a row-either on tour, writing an album, or recording an album. It wasn't until 1987 that I was able to take a breath.

She had been born with a face that would let her get away, he saw that face and he lost all control.

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