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

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

Life is like therapy - real expensive and no guarantees.

James Taylor and God are the reasons I play music.

Someday in heaven, when the angels all sing, well, these rags that I'm wearing will be fit for a king.

Our future is not unpredictable, our future is simply the result of choices we have made.

If my time on earth were through and she must face the world without me, is the love I gave her in the past gonna be enough to last?