During times like these, the wise are influential.

Elusive dreams and vague desires fanned to fiery needs by deadly deeds of falling empires.

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

I hang my laundry on the line when I write.

I could drink a case of you, darlin'...and I would still be on my feet, yes I would still be on my feet.

They'll crucify you for staying the same, and they'll crucify you for change. I'd rather be crucified for changing.

Musically, I would never run dry. Any time I sit down to an instrument, I could write a song.