Stop Rolling Down Hill Like A Snow

I Had Some Surgery On My Feet, Which Has Helped My Back Some.

There's Two Or Three Kids Out There Trying To Make Good Music, And The Rest Of Them Sound Like It's Been Strained Through Some Kind Of White Toast Or Something. It All Sounds Just Too Neat And Perfect, With No Surprise To It At All. No Story, No Nothing. It's Like Building Cars, Like An Assembly Line. It Doesn't Sound Like Anything That Came From A Guitar.

Faith Is The Only Way We're Going To Make It. None Of Us Are Smart Enough To Do It On Our Own.

Lay In The Weeds And Wait, And When You Get Your Chance To Say Something, Say Something Good.

Stop Rolling Down Hill Like A Snow Ball Headed For Hell.