There are songs that come free from the blue-eyed grass, from the dust of a thousand country roads. This is one of them.

There are songs that come free from the blue-eyed grass, from the dust of a thousand country roads. This is one of them.

And I remember most of what I know that is good and true and lasting has come not from scholars but from minstrels and gypsies.

The road is a strange place. Shuffling along, I looked up and you were there walking across the grass toward my truck on an August day. In retrospect, it seems inevitable - it could not have been any other way-- a case of what I call the high probability of the improbable

One great love in a single lifetime was enough for anyone.

So here I am walking around with another person inside of me. Though I think I put it better the day we parted when I said there is a third person we have created from the two of us. And I am stalked now by that other entity.

Remember the great adversity of art or anything else is a hurried life.