At The End Of The Day, You're

Some Days Are Diamonds, Some Days Are Rocks. Some Doors Are Opened, Some Roads Are Blocked. Sundowns Are Golden, Then Fade Away. And If I Never Do Nothing, I'll Get You Back Someday.

You're Dealing In Magic-it's This Intangible Thing That Has To Happen. And To Seek It Out Too Much Might Not Be A Good Idea. Because, You Know, It's Very Shy, Too. But Once You've Got The Essence Of Them, You Can Work Songs And Improve Them. You See If There's A Better Word, Or A Better Change.

I Wouldn't Want To Get Stuck Being An Oldie-goldie Group, But I Don't Mind. I Think All The Trouble You Go Through These Days To Go To One Of These Concerts, I Think I Owe Them A Bit Of What They Came To Hear.

I Developed A Problem With Authority. Any Time That Authority Was What I Interpreted As Being Unjust, I Stood Up To It, And That Became My Personality.

I Have Never Been Comfortable Being The Front Man.