Like A Rock, Standing Arrow Straight. Like

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

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 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.

Mediocrity's Easy, The Good Things Take Time, The Great Need Commitment.

You Go To La, Or You Go To New York, And It's Really Fun To Go There. But They're Not Grounded. Everybody Is Just Competing All The Time For The Limelight. It's Too Much Entertainment Industry. There Are Too Many Choices. And It's Distracting To Me.