I have been inspired by too many people to list, but i'll try...

the girl that had feelings that just disappeared, that waitress at the cracker barrel, the girl with the butterfly tattoo, all of those guys that need to be in relationships, that woman on the billboard, that employee at the leadership office, the dark haired and dark eyed girl from Madison, the woman that dropped her pen, the daughter of the owner of that uncomfortable couch, the people that are bowling while i'm writing songs, the female that wanted me to say something romantic, that guy that wrote romeo and juliet, that girl that refered to me as the guy that wrote romeo and juliet, the five other angels, the ringo star fan, all of my brothers, that female that loves socks, that girl who gave me her beeper number in California, poopie butt, the one that was a complete head case, the original guy that considered himself the king of the rain, the pickup truck driver with all of the stones, the uhaul guy that jumped the dead battery, half-inch nipples, the girl that told me who she's been sleeping with while we were at the bar, that drunk guy at that one show, the green bikini girl, the rock-a-bye guy, the costa rican female that was visiting, the inventor of the rubik's cube, the guy who i'll never meet and whose name i can rarely recall, the girl that wanted to be just like madonna, that guy that understands why i had to do my own thing, that picture of girl that i gave a name, the girl on the limo-bus, the harmonica man, all of those townies at the bars, the ladies that didn't want to hear the songs i wrote for them, the female that could not talk, all of those T.V. programs i watched in the 80's, the pizza waitress, the girl with the initials that match two colors, my old friend that might be in taiwan, that guy that did the really cool trick passes, my two favorite doctors, a girl named after a place, one of my best friends and her cousin and my lover and her boyfriend, those four guys with the scars, that mime in new orleans, that biker chic, the old guy driving too slow on that day of the week, the birthday girl, that man who writes poetry and dyes his hair, that cliché lady, all of my friends that have ever had their wisdom teeth removed, her ex-boyfriend with temper problem, the government system, that model girl on T.V. that i once met, she that has little going for her, the square diamond-holy hill girl, the people that laugh, the guy in charge of the two girls, the arguer, dude buddy, the chairman of the board and my loved ones that i was with when he died, the girl that went to italy, my birthday girl (just like in titanic), someone from high school that i forgot about, that female that writes letters to people but does not send them, that girl that could care less if i'm famous or not, my old neighbors on church street, my second family, hoodie hoo haa, people that have what i can't, the girl from apartment 111, the girl scouts and their cookies, the guy that owns the chocolate factory, the girl that tried it and then got sick, the one that has placed his big shoes in front of me, the girl whose initials turned into a song, all of those gangsters in las vegas, the birds that heard the pennies, the california cousins, the people that lived in the apartment where i gladly wrote, the answering machine owners, my first (millennium falcon), second (goldie), and third car (bronze), the girl with the large chest and bad luck with men, the one i love to dance with, the gap girl, that guy that loves to talk about greed, my friend that i drove 34 hours to see, the old guys from wellers, the guy who got married, that swimmer girl who moved to boston, that girl whose name was in my mashed potatoes, that guy that rips off other artists, that man that lives with the two women, that girl that thinks this is about her, that guy that lied to what's her name and reminded her that she doesn't want to trust men, and finally, that one girl that i wrote all of those songs about.

without all of you, i would be nothing more than an empty chair with a guitar resting there.