My Walk Had Purpose, My Steps Were

I Was A Runner, A Failed Quarterback, Third-string Quarterback, But In Track I Was A 2-miler.

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.

Tell Them We'll Be Dancing, Dancing 'til We Drop, It's Time To Get Down And Do The Horizontal Bop.

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 Just Start Playing Music And Eventually I Sing Something, A Line Of A Verse Or A B Section Or A Line Of A Chorus, And The Line That I End Up Singing Is Related To The Music I'm Playing, If That Makes Any Sense. And I Go From There.