Make a destination of the greater truth.

With only one thing in common, they got the fire down below.

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.

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

Deep in my soul, I've been so lonely, all of my hopes fading away. I've longed for love, like everyone else does, I know I'll keep searching after today.

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

I write a lot of songs people don't hear. I really just enjoy the process. I finish 'em all. I don't think there's a whole lot of difference between the bad ones and the good ones.