“At the end of the day, you’re just phonograph records.”

I’m not trying to be cool. I have a problem with lights. I have one eye that’s become super-sensitive to lighting, so I do wear sunglasses quite a bit.

There goes your freedom of choice, there goes the last human voice.

So I started out for God knows where. I guess I’ll know when I get there.

And the days went by like paper in the wind. Everything changed, then changed again. It’s hard to find a friend. It’s hard to find a friend.

Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have kicked you around some. Tell me, why you want to lay there, revel in your abandon?

You believe what you want to believe.

You can stand me up at the gates of hell, but I won’t back down.

I’m actually better on the guitar than when I started, I think, because I’ve had so much time with it and I still practice and I love to do it and I love to sing.

Running down a dream… working on a mystery… going wherever it leads.

I don’t treat the band like I’m above them or that they’re a hired hand for me. We’ve never worked that way. So I’m a team player. I would be very uncomfortable having to do this alone.

Music really isn’t supposed to be perfect. It’s all about people relating to each other and doing something that’s really from the soul. It must come from the soul.

I ain’t really sure, but it seems I remember the good times.

I got my own way of praying.

Sometimes life, will get you down, break your heart, steal your crown.

Buy me a drink, sing me a song; take me as I come, cause I can’t stay long.

You and I will meet again, When we’re least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won’t say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.