I've always accepted some kind of deity, especially as a songwriter.

While the sun God will may your day, sing as a song in search of a voice that is silent, and the one God will make for your way.

Drop your shrink and stop your drinkin', crunchy granola's neat.

I've found for the last couple of years that the things that I can become most deeply involved with are songs that reflect my real feelings about things and so that what I've been writing about.

Melinda was mine 'til the time that I found her holding Jim, loving him.

Maybe tonight, maybe tonight by the fire all alone you and I. Nothing around but the sound of heart and your sighs.

I followed all life's pleasures wherever they would lead, but someone I can treasure is all I really need.