In the autumn of 1970 I had a job singing in the school system, playing my guitar in classrooms.

I'd listen to all the stuff that was going on around me and drift off into my fantasies about it. My fantasies have fuelled all the songs I've ever written.

There we were all in one place, a generation lost in space.

People ask me if I left the lyrics open to ambiguity. Of course I did. I wanted to make a whole series of complex statements. The lyrics had to do with the state of society at the time.

I am what I do, and that's partly why I don't want to give up singing. But when I can't sing well, I will.

My face on every coin engraved, the anarchists are all enslaved. My flag is forever waved, by the grateful people I have saved.

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack sat on a candle stick, cause fire is the devil's only friend.