More than rich, more than famous, more than happy...I wanted to be great.

Let's raise our glass and let the hammer fly, yeah, this is the long good-bye.

It's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin and can't stand the company.

Every fool has a reason for feeling sorry for himself.

'Darkness on the Edge of Town' came out of a huge body of work that had tons of very happy songs.

Well now I'm no hero, that's understood. All the redemption I can offer girl, is beneath this dirty hood. With a chance to make it good somehow, hey what else can we do now? Except roll down the window, and let the wind blow back your hair. Well the night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere. We got one last chance to make it real.

It's time to impeach the president and get a man in there to get us out of this mess.