I come from pioneer stock, developers of the West, people who went out into the wilderness and set up home with nothing but a pair of oxen.

We're captive on the carousel of time, we can't return we can only look behind.

I sang in art school, just to get money to smoke.

I lost my daughter at 21. I had to give her up because I was broke, no place to take her, no money to take her. That was very traumatic.

I had made all these rules for myself: I'm not writing social commentary, I'm not writing love songs.

Won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll talk in present tenses

You win the lasting laurels with your laughter.