When I look at my kids, and the ease with which they pick up music, I wish I had that.

My son writes songs and plays. He sings like an angel.

I'm filling in all the negative spaces with positively everything.

But who cares? I can honestly look back and realize that everything happened for a reason. Everything that fell apart has fallen back into place beautifully and magically.

A lot of the songs start with an image. I was sitting there playing the guitar and I pictured this old, dirty green car, with the window rolled down, in the hot, hot, hot Texas heat, and this beautiful woman I knew when I was a kid sitting behind the wheel, looking out at me.

When I look at my kids, and the ease with which they pick up music, I wish I had that.

You can look back at anything and wish you'd done something differently.