I do think that there's art that is tortured, but I prefer art that has the joy in it.

I'm looking over rooftops, and I'm hoping it ain't true, that the same God looks out for them, looks out for me and you.

I'm singing for the love of it/Have mercy on the man who sings to be adored.

Fear only has as much power as we give it space.

Around mile 20 I was feeling so good, I wanted to kiss everyone.

Every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied.

Its been a long time coming but now the snow is gone