More than a career, I feel that I've got a function. I see things in a much more holistic way. Some people bake the bread, and some people write the songs.

Let the disappointments pass, let the laughter fill your glass.

Got seven women on my mind. Four that want to own me, two that want to stone me, and one says she's a friend of mine.

I want to know what became of the changes we waited for love to bring/Were they only the fitful dreams of some greater awakening?

I've also gotten to play in front of a million people in Central Park when there was a grass roots movement calling for nuclear disarmament - it was about 1982 - they called it Peace Sunday.

Famine and disaster, right there in front of you, and the more you watch, the less you do.

I’m going to be a happy idiot and struggle for the legal tender.