My walk had purpose, my steps were quick and light, and I held firmly to what I felt was right.
It's the age of reason for the anarchist.
He wants his home and security, he wants to live like a sailor at sea.
It's a rite of passage for the everyman, to a higher ground.
Like a rock, standing arrow straight. Like a rock, charging from the gate.
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.