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.

It's the age of reason for the anarchist.

He wants his home and security, he wants to live like a sailor at sea.

I like people to just bring it to the table and feel the moment. And that's why I've never done a session where I don't sing live.

My walk had purpose, my steps were quick and light, and I held firmly to what I felt was right.

Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then.

I'm older now but still running against the wind