How happy is the little stoneThat rambles in the road alone.

Our journey has advanced; / Our feet were almost come / To that odd fork in Being's road,/ Eternity by term.

Life on the road can get a little one-dimensional. I didn't want to reach 40 and have to say all I'd done was look out the window of a tour bus and get drunk.

We are treating this like a road game. We are trying to prepare ourselves, obviously, for a different court and different fans.

Ample make this bed. / Make this bed with awe; / In it wait till judgement break / Excellent and fair.

Is wholesome even for the King.