Moving Eight Miles A Minute For Months

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.

Stood Alone On A Mountain Top, Starin' Out At The Great Divide. I Could Go East, I Could Go West, It Was All Up To Me To Decide. Just Then I Saw A Young Hawk Flyin' And My Soul Began To Rise.

If I Want To Work, I Can. If I Want To Play Golf, Or Ride My Motorcycle, I Can. But The Rest Of It Is Family. Sometimes You're Not Really Needed By Your Family, But You're There. And My Kids Like To Know I'm There.

Alfred Hitchcock, Isaac Newton, Elvis Presley, Captain Bligh, They're Heroic Or Pathetic Depending On Which Book You Buy.

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.