I know there's a big bad world out there, but I rarely come across it.

Nothing that's forced can ever be right, if it doesn't come naturally, leave it.

We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we've come. And peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out for love on the run.

There's room in the world for one historical folk-rock singer to make a decent living, and I happen to be it.

You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.

All those people who go to NASCAR and sing country & western songs and live in Tennessee, they totally ignore me, they don't come to my shows, I just don't exist for them and they don't exist for me.