I woke to find every window open I woke to find the heavy door ajar And I walked outside and stood upon the hilltop And gazed once more on a bright morning star I walked outside and every bird was singing As I found again my bright morning star

There's two lanes running down this road which ever side your on, accounts for where you want to go or what you're running from.

I know some artists who come out of country music and the three sessions a day work ethic where you walk in, and you're told you play this note, this note, and this note, and you don't vary it. I know that works great for some people. It wouldn't work for me.

In the late 80s, artists could be signed to labels and be nurtured. It wasn't, "We're going to give you one shot, and if you don't measure up, you're gone".

I don't think you need to dumb down to a child, you merely have to be clear, you know?

Dreamland is a book, but it's my song in book form. It's translated itself into a different medium.

You've gotta know happy. You've gotta know sad. 'Cause you're gonna know lonely and you're gonna know sad