I don't read music. I don't write it. So I wander around on the guitar until something starts to present itself.

The sides are steep and the nights are long and cold down in the hole, light and love and the world above mean nothing to the mole.

I was in chemical jail.

Sobering up was responsible for breaking up my marriage. That's what it couldn't stand.

I don't build no heathen temples, where the Lord has done laid a hand. There's a well on the hill, let it be.

Whenever I see your smiling face, I have to smile myself, because I love you, yes I do.

If you feel like singing along, don't.