I look around for the friends I used to turn to pull me through. Looking into their eyes, I see them running, too.

No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown, in the end there is one dance you'll do alone.

I'm losing touch with reality and I'm almost out of blow. It's such a fine line, I hate to see it go. Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain.

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels. Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields.

I've been aware of the time passing by they say in the end it's the wink of an eye and when the morning light comes streaming in you'll get up and do it again

I'd have to say that my favorite thing is writing a song that really says how I feel, what I believe - and it even explains the world to myself better than I knew it.

I'm a big fan of British journalists like 'The Independent”s Robert Fisk, but it's hard to find voices like his in the U.S.