I look around for the friends I used to turn to pull me through. Looking into their eyes, I see them running, too.

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.

Lighten up while you still can, don't even try to understand. Just find a place to make your stand, and take it easy.

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels. Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields.

I followed those highway signs and I've run down those thin white lines.

We may lose and we may win, but we will never be here again.

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.