And Just About The Time I Feel

It's The Age Of Reason For The Anarchist.

He Spent All Night Staring Down At The Lights On L.a., Wondering If He Ever Could Go Home.

It Was 22 Years Of Work In A Row, Right Up Until 1987. Twenty-two Years In A Row-either On Tour, Writing An Album, Or Recording An Album. It Wasn't Until 1987 That I Was Able To Take A Breath.

I Want To Be Sure I Can Deliver What People Expect To Hear. I Just Don't Know If I Can Physically Do It. Or If I Should.

Here Comes Old Rosie She's Looking Mighty Fine, Here Comes Hot Nancy She's Steppin' Right On Time. There Go The Street Lights Bringing On The Night, Here Come The Men Faces Hidden From The Light.