Wasting away again in Margaritaville, searching for my lost shaker of salt.
It’s important to have as much fun as possible while we’re here. It balances out the times when the minefield of life explodes.
I’m growing older, but not up.
Breathe in, breathe out, move on...
I’ve got a Caribbean soul I can barely control, and some Texas hidden here in my heart!
Only time will tell if it was time well-spent.
The ocean has always been a salve to my soul.
Pack your bags, we’re going on a guilt trip!
I’ve always been trying to write songs like Lightfoot. A song of mine like ‘Come Monday’ is a direct result of me trying to write a Gordon Lightfoot song.
When the good times come around, they gallup in like wild horses. You just try to stay on them for as long as you can. And when they throw you offyou just wait in the shade until they come around again.
Some people think there’s a woman to blame, but I know – it’s my own damn fault.
Therapy is extremely expensive. Popping bubble wrap is radically cheap.
My voyage was never a well-conceived plan, nor will it ever be. I have made it up as I went along.
If we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane.
People who think too much before they act don’t act too much.
I slowly surrender to the child in me who can’t say goodbye.
Love is a wave building to a crescendo. Ride if you will, ride it with me.
It was too much Tequila, or not quite enough.
What would Pop-eye do in a tight spot like this?
There’s a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us.