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.

I think politics come out of psychology.

For one kiss, darling, I swear everything I would give. Cause you're a walking, talking reason to live.

The songs themselves do broaden out as time passes and take on subtly different meanings, take on more meaning, I find.

So tell me what I see when I look in your eyes, is that you baby or just a brilliant disguise?

It's not the time in your life, it's the life in your time.

Deindustrialization that I have written about for 40 years left a good part of the American public behind.