“The sun's not yellow, its chicken!”

“The sun isn't yellow, it's chicken”

“Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the pastI know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast”

“If you think the summer sun is too hot, just remember, at least you don't have to shovel it.”

“Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?”

“It's not dark yetBut it's getting there”

“Environment affects me a great deal. A lot of the songs were written after the sun went down. And I like storms, I like to stay up during a storm. I get very meditative sometimes, and this one phrase was going through my head: `Work while the day lasts, because the night of death cometh when no man can work.' I don't recall where I heard it. I like preaching, I hear a lot of preaching, and I probably just heard it somewhere. Maybe it's in Psalms, it beats me. But it wouldn't let me go. I was, like, what does that phrase mean? But it was at the forefront of my mind, for a long period of time...”