At 57, To Have A No. 1

I Still Believe In Rock And Roll, It Pays My Bills.

Pack Your Bags, We're Going On A Guilt Trip!

I Have Been Drunk Now For Over Two Weeks.

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.

When They Tried To Draft Me, I Earned A College Degree.