But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day.

It's getting to the point where I am no fun anymore, I am sorry. / Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud, ' I am lonely.' / I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, you make it hard.

Sometimes I get a little drunk, sometimes I get a little out of it, sometimes I get out of tune onstage, but that's something that shouldn't be dissected

I feel like I'm just learning how to play the guitar. I mean, really learning to play the guitar

God forbid if David Crosby gets sick again and I can't tour anymore, or something happens where I can't get around, what am I going to live on? I'm going to be living on mechanicals. So I don't want to hear it

I got hooked into folk music by accident, because that's what white college kids liked when I was a child

Speak out. You've got to speak out against the madness