We're all getting lashed to the great wheel of uniformity.

The reality is not exactly what the song started out to be, but it's not a bad song.

An inherent kindness exists in the process of aging ... we are allowed to move along gradually.

We have both lost ourselves and created something else, something that exists only as an interlacing of the two of us.

I am the highway and a peregrine and all the sails that ever went to sea

The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had 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.