I was flying back from Lubbock and I saw Jesus on the plane, or maybe it was Elvis. You know, they kind of look the same.

For every moment of joy Every hour of fear For every winding road that brought me here For every breath, for every day of living This is my Thanksgiving

Selling eight million copies of your first album will mess you up.

If dirt were dollars, I wouldn't have to worry anymore.

I played drums on Keith Carradine's first record.

The trouble with you and me my friend, is the trouble with this nation, too many blessings, too little Appreciation.

What are these voices outside love's open door, make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more?