She never looks at the ring.

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

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

Make a destination of the greater truth.

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.

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.

With only one thing in common, they got the fire down below.