I find that moving keeps me optimistic, the idea of what's going to be down the road a bit or around the next bend.

I drug your ghost across the country, and we plotted out my death. Every city and memory we whispered "Here is where you rest." Well I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees And I settled for a telephone, sang into your machine: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

I swear that I'm dying slowly but it's happening, and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere... just take me there.

The sound of loneliness makes me happier.

I would say I'm a humanist. I like that. I mean, I don't claim to know anything, but I'm curious about it all. I'm always fascinated when people really fervently believe, because I have such a hard time believing anything.

Pronouns really don't matter in a song - 'I' or 'he' or 'she' or even subscribing a lyric to an inanimate object.

There's nothing that the road cannot heal