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

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.

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.

Failure isn't failure if a lesson from it's learned. I guess love would not be love without a risk of being burned.

When we all can worship from our own kind of pew, then we shall be free.

I like to follow my favorite team and talk sports with my band or fans. You won't believe how many musicians are sports fans. We have so much time on tour that we need these outlets for relaxation.

I'm sitting in the drive-through and I've got my three girls in the back and this station comes on and it's playing “Jailhouse Rock,” the original version, and my girls are jumping up and down, going nuts. I'm looking around at them and they've heard Dad's music all the time and I don't see that out of them.