Balance the cost of the soul you lost with the dreams you lightly sold.

He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand, his gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand.

We drank a toast to innocence, we drank a toast to now. And tried to reach beyond the emptiness, but neither one knew how.

I love home. I'll stay up there for days on end, I won't even go down the driveway to look for the mail.

Be On Your Way is one of the favorite songs I've ever written. What a terribly sad song, but what a beautiful melody.

Through the years as the fire starts to mellow, burning lines in the book of our lives. Though the binding cracks and the pages start to yellow, I'll be in love with you.

Coming out of college with a degree in fine arts and painting isn't worth much any more.