When the skies and the oceans are clean again. Then we shall be free.

I've got friends in low places, where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases my blues away.

I've lost loved ones in my life who never knew how much I loved them. Now I live with the regret that my true feelings for them never were revealed.

One day I'll be standing at the river looking out across tomorrow, and the bridge I need to get there will be a bridge that I have burned.

Somebody that comes and dumps a brand-new album on me and doesn't play the old stuff, I'm pissed!

There's a moment that we all come to, in our own time, in our own space, where all that we've done, we can undo, if our heart's in the right place.

The blues will be blue, and the jealousies green, but when love picks its color it demands to be seen.