My soul is lost, my friend, tell me how do I begin again? My city's in ruins, my city's in ruins.

Pessimism and optimism are slammed up against each other in my records, the tension between them is where it's all at, it's what lights the fire.

I'm interested in what it means to be an American. I'm interested in what it means to live in America. I'm interested in the kind of country that we live in and leave our kids. I'm interested in trying to define what that country is.

At night I wake up with my sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head.

When I was growing up, there were two things that were unpopular in my house. One was me, and the other was my guitar.

Did God make man in a breath of holy fire, or did he crawl on up out of the muck and mire?

I walked a thousand miles just to slip this skin.