I Always Loved Music. You Know, My

It's The Age Of Reason For The Anarchist.

Out Past The Cornfields Where The Woods Got Heavy, Out In The Back Seat Of My '60 Chevy. Workin' On Mysteries Without Any Clues, Workin' On Our Night Moves.

It Took Me A Long Time To Learn How To Write A Good Song.

Well All Of Chuck's Children Are Out There Playing His Licks, Get Into Your Kicks. Come Back Baby, Rock And Roll Never Forgets.

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.