So I started out for God knows where. I guess I'll know when I get there.

I don't understand the ones that have no sense of hope and invest in hate. That's not gonna work out, you know? It's a waste of your time!

You get in there, you get the job done and you get the hell out.

I had the radio on, I was driving. Trees flew by, me and Del were singing, Little Runaway, I was flying.

I want to be successful. Not just money. Just making a successful record and a successful show... I could feel successful without selling a million records.

There was no use pretending, no magic left to hear, all the music gave me was a craving for lite beer.

Even the losers get lucky sometimes!