There's a man who's been out sailing In a decade full of dreams And he takes her to a schooner And he treats her like a queen Bearing beads from California With their amber stones and green He has called her from the harbor He has kissed her with his freedom He has heard her off to starboard In the breaking and the breathing Of the water weeds While she was busy being free

We love our lovin'....but not like we love our freedom.

I do have this reputation for being a serious person.

When you reach that kind of successful pinnacle, it is the nature of the business and the press and everything that they go about tearing you down.

I know my generation - a lot of them, they're getting old now, and they want to think back fondly, they want to kid themselves. A lot of them think, 'Yeah, we were the best.' That's the kiss of death. That's non-growth. And also that's very bad for the world.

An artist needs a certain amount of turmoil and confusion.

People used to say nobody can sing my songs but me, they're too personal.