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.

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.

She smiles at her reflection in a spoon.

You're just playing, playing, playing, and then an image or something will come into your mind, and basically you're just narrating it with music, letting it move along.

What I am is what I am. Are you what you are - or what?

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

It's hard to believe that you're really here, so I just pretend that you're not here.