Unlike a lot of people, I don't need the affirmation or anything.

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

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

She never looks at the ring.

He wants his home and security, he wants to live like a sailor at sea.

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.

Here comes old Rosie she's looking mighty fine, here comes hot Nancy she's steppin' right on time. There go the street lights bringing on the night, here come the men faces hidden from the light.