Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun. Oh, but mama, that's where the fun is.

I don't write demographically. I don't write a song to reach these people or those people.

There is a real patriotism underneath the best of my music but it is a critical, questioning and often angry patriotism.

I guess there's just a meanness in this world

Adult life is dealing with an enormous amount of questions that don't have answers. So I let the mystery settle into my music. I don't deny anything, I don't advocate anything, I just live with it.

Well now I'm no hero, that's understood. All the redemption I can offer girl, is beneath this dirty hood. With a chance to make it good somehow, hey what else can we do now? Except roll down the window, and let the wind blow back your hair. Well the night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere. We got one last chance to make it real.

For one kiss, darling, I swear everything I would give. Cause you're a walking, talking reason to live.