The government bugged the men's room in the local disco lounge.

We got the bubble headed bleached blonde comes on at five, She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam in her eye, It's interesting when people die give us dirty laundry...

Who knows how long this will last, now we've come so far so fast.

For every moment of joy Every hour of fear For every winding road that brought me here For every breath, for every day of living This is my Thanksgiving

I don't mind doing two or three Eagles songs and playing the drums. I'm not one of those artists who's going to sit here and deny the past.

Nobody on the road. Nobody on the beach. I feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach.

Sometimes to keep it together you've got to leave it alone.