My walk had purpose, my steps were quick and light, and I held firmly to what I felt was right.

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

I always loved music. You know, my parents said I started singing when I was 4, in the car.

One victim lives in tragedy, another victim stops to stare, and still another walks on by pretending not to see

Here comes old Rosie she's looking mighty fine, here comes hot Nancy she's steppin' right on time. There go the street lights bringing on the night, here come the men faces hidden from the light.

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.

Radio is so fragmented, it's unbelievable.