All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand. But you turned into a lover, and mother what a lover, you wore me out.

Songwriting's never been a natural art for me; it's always been a bit of a struggle.

Surely if God had meant us to do yoga, he would have put our heads behind our knees.

I have enough music coming out of my kids' bedrooms when I'm at home.

I tried therapy. This had never appealed to me. For me, it was a bit like a Chinese meal: very filling at the time, but then an hour later you're hungry again.

Tonight's the night. It's gonna be alright.

Don't have much, but what I've got is yours, except of course my steel guitar.