One victim lives in tragedy, another victim stops to stare, and still another walks on by pretending not to see

It took me a long time to learn how to write a good song.

I want to be sure I can deliver what people expect to hear. I just don't know if I can physically do it. Or if I should.

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.

I drive a Mustang. A 2005 five-speed GT convertible.

Most of the time, I'm here in Michigan and I'm taking out the garbage every Monday.

Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then.