Critics Who Attack My Wife Bug Me.

And We Carry Onwhen Our Lives Come Undonewe Carry Oncause There's Promise In The Morning Sunwe Carry Onas The Dark Surrenders To The Dawnwe Were Born To Overcomewe Carry Onbeyond The Picket Fences And The Oil Wellsthe Happy Endings And The Fairy Talesis The Reality Of Shattered Lives And Broken Dreamswe Carry On

Art's For Art. Money's For Pizza.

Better Than I Was, More Than I Am. And All Of This Happened By Taking Your Hand.

I Always Want To Learn But I Am Sure On My Dying Day I Will Feel Like I Left Something In The Bucket.

I Grew Up In Louisiana, And I Grew Up With A Dysfunctional Family With Some Very Serious Abuse From My Stepfather, Who Could Be A Very Beautiful Person On One Hand And Be Terrible On The Other, So It Leaves Your Soul Troubled As A Child.