Would you know my name If I saw you in heaven Will it be the same If I saw you in heaven I must be strong, and carry on Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven Would you hold my hand If I saw you in heaven Would you help me stand If I saw you in heaven I'll find my way, through night and day Cause I know I just can't stay Here in heaven

The point of being at home is to be with my family as much as possible.

Every time you pick up your guitar to play, play as if it's the last time.

Give me a guitar and I'll play; give me a stage and I'll perform; give me an auditorium and I'll fill it.

Would you know my name, if I saw you in Heaven?

I just managed to convince my grandmother that it was a worth while that was something to do, you know, and when I did finally get the guitar, it didn't seem that difficult to me, to be able to make a good noise out of it.

I mean, the sound of an amplified guitar in a room full of people was so hypnotic and addictive to me, that I could cross any kind of border to get on there.