He Made Me Mess The Song Up

You Feel Like A Prisoner If You Don't Create. You're Jailed Up Inside Of Yourself.

Religion Is A Light In The Fog.

A Lot Of The Songs Start With An Image. I Was Sitting There Playing The Guitar And I Pictured This Old, Dirty Green Car, With The Window Rolled Down, In The Hot, Hot, Hot Texas Heat, And This Beautiful Woman I Knew When I Was A Kid Sitting Behind The Wheel, Looking Out At Me.

My Son Writes Songs And Plays. He Sings Like An Angel.

What I Am Is What I Am. Are You What You Are - Or What?