Holding back is so close to stealing.

Went looking for faith on the forest floor, and it showed up everywhere. In the sun, and the water, and the falling leaves, the falling leaves of time.

Sailing heart-ships through broken harbors out on the waves of the night, still the searcher must ride the dark horse racing alone in his fright.

I have no idea who's steering, and I don't really care .. I just keep going whatever the inclination is ... there are threads that are continuous and hold everything together and a major thread is country music.

Welfare mothers make better lovers.

Respect Mother Earth and her giving ways or trade away our children's days.

People don't normally change when things are going well. But I want to see what's next and keep moving. That keeps things fresh.