Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy, out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy. Workin' on mysteries without any clues, workin' on our night moves.

Take a lesson from the trees, watch the way they bend with each breeze, little victories.

Every now and then you'll nail one that's really, really special. And that's what you live for.

Radio is so fragmented, it's unbelievable.

You're not going to hear me do a rap song, you're not going to hear me do a jazz song. We have to be true to our roots, do what we do, and try to do it a little better each time.

I sailboat raced, I love to go out on my motorcycle alone, but I also love my family dearly. I love that aspect of my life as well.

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.