The bands and the roadies, love 'em and leave 'em. It's pleasure to try 'em, but trouble to keep 'em.

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

My first four albums covered the usual youth problems - looking for love in all the wrong places - while the next five are basically about being in your 30s.

A few drinks later you're not so choosy when the closing lights strip off the shadows on this strange new flesh you've found.

They paved paradise and put up a parkin lot With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone

I like to move around. I travel. I've driven across country by myself.

The pirate he will sink you with a kiss, he'll steal your heart and sail away.