Truth is stranger than fishin.

Where's the church, who took the steeple, Religion's in the hands of some crazy ass people, Television preachers with bad hair and dimples, The God's honest truth is, it's not that simple

I'm a big follower and reactor to weather.

Wrinkles will only go where the smiles have been.

I know a girl made of memories and phrases, lives her whole life in chapters and phases...

Songwriters write songs, but they really belong to the listener.