Tonight I Just Need My Guitar.

There's A Strange Sense Of Pleasure Being Beat To Hell By A Storm When You're On A Ship That Is Not Going To Sink.

I Know I Should Be Leaving This Climate, I've Got A Verse, But Can't Rhyme It.

Fun Is About As Good A Habit As There Is.

I've Got A Caribbean Soul I Can Barely Control, And Some Texas Hidden Here In My Heart!

I Always Said That I Wouldn't Use A Teleprompter, And If I Start To Sing Real Flat, I'll Hang It Up.