It goes back to the destiny thing.I made a bargain with it, you know, a long time ago. And I'm holding up my end.

When you've got nothing, you've got nothing to loose.

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

I lost my one true love. I started drinking.

I was lingering out on the pavement. There was a missing person inside of myself and I needed to find him . . . I felt done for, an empty burned-out wreck . . . Wherever I am, I'm a '60s troubadour, a folk-rock relic, a wordsmith from bygone days, a fictitious head of state from a place nobody knows.

The people in my songs are all me.

You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe But you're back were you belong