Heaven’s not beyond the clouds, it’s just beyond the fear. No, heaven’s not beyond the clouds, it’s just for us to find it here.
I’m a big movie fan. After a show, if I’m on the bus or a plane, it’s often hard to get to sleep, so I’ll watch a film. An action film can even relax me.
We treat the lyrics like the woman any man wants to impress the most. We give the lyrics all the attention we can. I’m not sure other formats are remembering that the lyrics are what it’s all about.
I don’t fly any awards at the house. Any award you get is usually for something you’ve done in the past. And I like to keep looking forward.
When you sit on something trying to preserve it, you die and become sterile.
It’s the ropes and the reins, and the joy and the pain. And they call the thing rodeo.
No one will ever touch Elvis.
Sometimes you just can’t be afraid to wear a different hat. If Columbus had complied, this whole world might still be flat.
I hear them saying, “You’ll never change things, and no matter what you do it’s still the same thing.” But it’s not the world that I am changing. I do this so this world will know that it will not change me.
The human spirit: Unbreakable. Relentless. Free.
I wore bell bottoms in elementary school. Never wore elephant bells. Remember, this was middle Oklahoma in the ’70s.
I asked if I could read for the role of Kevin Costner’s caddy in Tin Cup. It was a fun learning experience, even though Cheech Marin got the part.
When we all can worship from our own kind of pew, then we shall be free.
Life’s gonna run you over if you don’t get goin.
Too many times we stand aside, and let the waters slip away. Til what we put off til tomorrow has now become today.
It’s midnight Cinderella, but don’t worry none. Cause I’m Peter the Pumpkin Eater and the party’s just begun.
People loving people. That’s the enemy of everything that’s evil.
Papa loved Mama, Mama loved men, Mama’s in the graveyard, Papa’s in the pen.
If she were a president, she’d be Baberham Lincoln.
James Taylor and God are the reasons I play music.
I can’t think of a recent baseball song except John Fogerty’s Centerfield. It’s very difficult to write a baseball song that pleases fans and non-fans alike.