We gotta get out while we're young, 'cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run.

Fame, on its best day, is kind of like a friendly wave from a stranger by the side of the road. And when it's not so good, it's like a long walk home, all alone, with nobody in when you get there.

Out of our way mister, you best keep.

Tonight I'm stepping lightly and I'm feeling no pain.

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

I held four clean aces. I had youth, almost a decade of hard-core bar band experience, a good group of homegrown musicians who were attuned to my performance style and a story to tell.

It was like Elvis came along and whispered some dream in everybody's ear