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.

I used her and she used me, but neither one cared, we were getting our share.

It's the age of reason for the anarchist.

She never looks at the ring.

I'd rather make music than tour.

Some people say love is a losing game, you start with fire and you lose the flame. The ashes smolder, but the warmth's soon gone, you end up cold and lonely on your own.

I was a runner, a failed quarterback, third-string quarterback, but in track I was a 2-miler.