I don't have nothing to regret at all in the past, except that I might've unintentionally hurt somebody else or something.

All the things that are in the past are in the past.

There's no sustenance in the past.

Mexican immigration poses challenges to our policies and to our identity in a way nothing else has in the past.

That is the way it is with a wound. The wound begins to close in on itself, to protect what is hurting so much. And once it is closed, you no longer see what is underneath, what started the pain.

See, that's nothing but blues, that's all I'm singing about. It's today's blues.