Hot funk, cold punk, even if it's old junk, it's still rock and roll to me.

I don't know why people thought I was retiring.

Only the good die young.

We all have a face that we hide away forever, and we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone.

For whatever reason, not all people are born with the particular gift of being able to express ourselves through music. And, believe me, it is a gift.

Some people stay away from the door for the chance of it opening up.

Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight, and make sure that all her dreams are sweet? Said now, would ya guide her on the roads, and make them softer for her feet? Hey Lord, would ya look out for her tonight, and make sure that she's gonna be alright, until she's home and here with me.