It took me a long time to learn how to write a good song.

When you're in a relationship, you're always surrounded by a ring of circumstances... joined together by a wedding ring, or in a boxing ring.

I guess I lost my way, there were so many roads. I was living to run, and running to live, never worried about paying or even how much I owed.

I can only get my drummer in the winter; he plays with Grand Funk all summer.

My management tells me, Don't be optimistic, because it's the young people's world now. They want to hear what they want to hear, and you're a classic rocker. I don't know if you're gonna get the play.

I write probably 80 percent of my stuff over the winter.

He spent all night staring down at the lights on L.A., wondering if he ever could go home.