I always loved music. You know, my parents said I started singing when I was 4, in the car.
Wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then.
I sailboat raced, I love to go out on my motorcycle alone, but I also love my family dearly. I love that aspect of my life as well.
I love working with different musicians in the studio, that’s a real joy working with someone for the first time.
I was a runner, a failed quarterback, third-string quarterback, but in track I was a 2-miler.
I’d rather make music than tour.
She had been born with a face that would let her get away, he saw that face and he lost all control.
Alfred Hitchcock, Isaac Newton, Elvis Presley, Captain Bligh, they’re heroic or pathetic depending on which book you buy.
Beautiful loser, where you gonna fall? When you realize, you just can’t have it all.
With only one thing in common, they got the fire down below.
To a brighter light, to a promised land, you can feel the power, of the master’s hand.
She never looks at the ring.
Deep in my soul, I’ve been so lonely, all of my hopes fading away. I’ve longed for love, like everyone else does, I know I’ll keep searching after today.
It took me a long time to learn how to write a good song.
They do respect her but, they love to watch her strut.
I wish I had a nickel for every time I fell and blamed someone else. I’d give a ton of money to the ones I’ve hurt.
Make a destination of the greater truth.
Set yourself the bolder course. Keep your heart an open shrine.
And just about the time I feel like screaming and finding me a wall to punch right through, I look up and I just can’t help smiling, it’s you.
I used her and she used me, but neither one cared, we were getting our share.
Some people say love is a losing game, you start with fire and you lose the flame. The ashes smolder, but the warmth’s soon gone, you end up cold and lonely on your own.