If I ventured in the slipstream between the viaducts of your dreams, where immobile steel rims crack and the ditch in the back roads stop. Could you find me?

I'd found that what I wrote and put out on records somehow was not fitting into how I perform on stage.

You can put out an album and it could be totally out of the window as far as what you want to do performance-wise.

In the gentle evening freeze, by the whispering shady trees I will find sanctuary in the Lord.

You have to remember that writing those sorta songs is not reality, it's more like trance, dream, y'know, like dreamwork. The mythical thing can enter the creating but there's the mythical place and the real place. And there's both...I get it between waking and sleeping. Or, when I'm doing something else. I don't sit down and think I'm gonna write about subject X or subject Y. I could be doing something and an impression comes in from outside and the song emerges out of that. It's never thought about or contrived.

I understood jazz, I understood how it worked. That's what I apply to everything.

If I ventured in the slipstream between the viaducts of your dreams, where immobile steel rims crack and the ditch in the back roads stop. Could you find me?