Honey, don't walk out, I'm too drunk to follow.

You belong somewhere you feel free.

I had the radio on, I was driving. Trees flew by, me and Del were singing, Little Runaway, I was flying.

Go after what you really love and find a way to make that work for you, and then you'll be a happy person.

If I'd had to work at Taco Bell I'd have still been out at night trying to play music.

There goes your freedom of choice, there goes the last human voice.

I don't believe in censorship, but I do believe that an artist has to take some moral responsibility for what he or she is putting out there.