We Are The People Our

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.

I've Always Been Trying To Write Songs Like Lightfoot. A Song Of Mine Like 'come Monday' Is A Direct Result Of Me Trying To Write A Gordon Lightfoot Song.

The Weather Is Here Wish You Were Beautiful.

When The Good Times Come Around, They Gallup In Like Wild Horses. You Just Try To Stay On Them For As Long As You Can. And When They Throw You Offyou Just Wait In The Shade Until They Come Around Again.

It's Those Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes Nothing Remains Quite The Same. With All Of Our Running And All Of Our Cunning, If We Couldn't Laugh, We Would All Go Insane.