Call me a relic, call me what you will, say I'm old fashion, say I'm over the hill. Today's music ain't got the same soul, I like that old time rock and roll.

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy, out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy. Workin' on mysteries without any clues, workin' on our night moves.

Up with the sun. Gone with the wind.

I think I'm going to Katmandu, that's really, really where I'm going to

When I try to write I try to write something different every time. That's the challenge.

To a brighter light, to a promised land, you can feel the power, of the master's hand.

I'd rather make music than tour.