This is the first song I ever wrote. I'm in my junior year in high school, dating my first "love", attached to her, expecting her to meet my every need.
Getting high felt good, sure, but every time I turned around the good feeling was gone again.
When I was 23, I was in a car wreck that paralyzed all three of us in the back seat. This is my goodbye prayer to Jeff and Susan, who were in the front seat and died.
Another attachment to something other than the Creator. I proposed marriage to her three weeks after becoming paralyzed. How could I tell her how I loved her--desperately.
Addiction is a frightening and sick thing. I hated myself after using, but I would go back for another flogging. And another, and another ...
This song is about the law degree and the things money can buy.
This song is about the power cocaine had over me. Wow. Sick.
I used to try to figure out this God stuff in my head. It's only when I let go of that folly that I came to know the truth.
This song talks about our fallen desire to always want what we don't have. Jack, upon losing a quarter at a pay phone, angers to the point of forgetting that he had just received a pardon from death row, sight from blindness and a cure for his cancer. I guess it's satirical.
A song to my beautiful wife, Catherine.
This story, told by a weathered street person, is how he was led back to the truth by a simple act of love.
If we follow him, he promises us the taste of fruit of which he is the vine. Through his grace, may it be so.