These days I seem to think about the things I forgot to do for you and all the times I had a chance to.

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

Eleven on a scale of ten, honey, let me introduce you to my redneck friend.

Let the disappointments pass, let the laughter fill your glass.

You would think with all the genius and the brilliance of these times, we might find a higher purpose and a better use of mind.

Music itself is a great source of relaxation. Parts of it anyway. Working in the studio, that's not relaxing, but playing an instrument that I don't know how to play is unbelievably relaxing, because I don't have any pressure on me.