Here I Am, On The Road Again.

Dreams Die Hard And We Watch Them Erode, But We Cannot Be Denied The Fire Inside.

I Write A Lot Of Songs People Don't Hear. I Really Just Enjoy The Process. I Finish 'em All. I Don't Think There's A Whole Lot Of Difference Between The Bad Ones And The Good Ones.

She Had Been Born With A Face That Would Let Her Get Away, He Saw That Face And He Lost All Control.

Out Past The Cornfields Where The Woods Got Heavy, Out In The Back Seat Of My '60 Chevy. Workin' On Mysteries Without Any Clues, Workin' On Our Night Moves.

Take A Lesson From The Trees, Watch The Way They Bend With Each Breeze, Little Victories.