I'm not a number. Dammit, I'm a man.
Here I am, on the road again. There I am, up on the stage. Here I go, playing star again. There I go, turn the page.
Most of the time, I'm here in Michigan and I'm taking out the garbage every Monday.
It's the age of reason for the anarchist.
The years rolled slowly past and I found myself alone. Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends, I found myself further and further from my home.
That's a good way to live, go against the wind.