I still use the guitar pretty much just to hide my gut.

I want to get within myself and write. I really, really want to write.

Too many times we stand aside, and let the waters slip away. Til what we put off til tomorrow has now become today.

It's the ropes and the reins, and the joy and the pain. And they call the thing rodeo.

The greatest conflicts are not between two people but between one person and himself.

That smell of freshly cut grass makes me think of Friday night football in high school. The smell of popcorn and cigar smoke reminds me of the stadium. The cutting of the grass reminds me of the August practice.

I can't think of a recent baseball song except John Fogerty's Centerfield. It's very difficult to write a baseball song that pleases fans and non-fans alike.