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

I think in between where you are and where you want to be is a sea of reasons why you can't get there.

If God came down here with the box that had the reason for living in it, I'd like to find just 2 words: The Music. That would be neat.

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

I remember in the '80s, Randy Travis was my guy. He's the reason I moved to Nashville, and I just loved him. But at some point when he was winning everything, you find yourself pulling for other people.

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.

Just keep taking chances and having fun.