I'm older now but still running against the wind

I was a runner, a failed quarterback, third-string quarterback, but in track I was a 2-miler.

It was 22 years of work in a row, right up until 1987. Twenty-two years in a row-either on tour, writing an album, or recording an album. It wasn't until 1987 that I was able to take a breath.

I wish I had a nickel for every time I fell and blamed someone else. I'd give a ton of money to the ones I've hurt.

My management tells me, Don't be optimistic, because it's the young people's world now. They want to hear what they want to hear, and you're a classic rocker. I don't know if you're gonna get the play.

I drive a Mustang. A 2005 five-speed GT convertible.

I write probably 80 percent of my stuff over the winter.