You fog the mind, you stir the soul.

Confused by the big city blues, he didn't know who's life he's leading. Put yourself behind the wheel, see if you can get that feel.

You don't stumble upon your heritage. It's there, just waiting to be explored and shared.

While I was there, I was just gathering images and names, and ideas and rhythms, and I was storing all of these things - which I didn't realize I was doing - but I was storing them all in an attic in my mind somewhere. And when it was time to sit down and write songs, when I reached into the attic to see what I was gonna write about, that's what was there.

I try not to think the song to death. The main criteria is if it's working on an emotional level.

making a noise in this world making a noise in this world you can bet your ass, I won't go quietly making a noise in this world.

I don't believe it's all for nothing. It's not just written in the sand.