The hurt gets worse as the heart grows harder.

Regrets are so far from reality.

And I think it's safe to say that the single very impressive figure to me was Merle Haggard.

My memory is not even what most peoples is, much less what it oughta be for a discussion like this.

Well, I don't think it ever did, but in the early '60s I got interested in folk music.

It's hard to find a girl with a heart of gold, when you're living in a four letter world.

We made mad love shadow love random love and abandoned love. Accidentally like a martyr. The hurt gets worse, and the heart gets harder.