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.

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

You were standin' way too close to see it fall apart. And there were things you couldn't hear, 'cause you were listening with your heart.

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

James Taylor and God are the reasons I play music.

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

No matter what you say you might do, you never really know until you're in the moment. Every situation is so different.