Most Of The Time, Our Deeper, Stronger

All These Years Of Thinking, Ending Up Like This: In Front Of All This Beauty, Understanding Nothing.

Some People Never See The Light Till It Shines Thru Bullet Holes.

Sun's Up, Uh Huh, Looks Okay - The World Survives Into Another Day, And I'm Thinking About Eternity. Some Kind Of Ecstasy Got A Hold On Me.

I Wear My Shadows Where They're Harder To See, But They Follow Me Everywhere. I Guess That Should Tell Me I'm Traveling Toward Light.

My Models For Graceful Aging Are Guys Like John Lee Hooker And Mississippi John Hurt, Who Never Stopped Working Till They Dropped, As I Fully Expect To Be Doing, And Just Getting Better As Musicians And As Human Beings.