Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They're all that's left you

Improvisation is too good to leave to chance.

By the time I was 12 or 13, I felt that I was special, because I could play the guitar and write songs.

Mama, don't take my Kodachrome away.

Just slip out the back, Jack, make a new plan, Stan, you don't need to be coy, Roy, just get yourself free. Hop on the bus, Gus, you don't need to discuss much, just drop off the key, Lee, and get yourself free.

I don't believe what the papers are saying They're just out to capture my dime, Exaggerating this, exaggerating that.

We were always able to sing and blend well together; that's our gift. But aside from that, we're really two different guys.