I can only get my drummer in the winter; he plays with Grand Funk all summer.
I was a runner, a failed quarterback, third-string quarterback, but in track I was a 2-miler.
You go to LA, or you go to New York, and it's really fun to go there. But they're not grounded. Everybody is just competing all the time for the limelight. It's too much entertainment industry. There are too many choices. And it's distracting to me.
He wants his home and security, he wants to live like a sailor at sea.
It took me a long time to learn how to write a good song.
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.