Set Yourself The Bolder Course. Keep Your

Moving Eight Miles A Minute For Months At A Time.

I Always Loved Music. You Know, My Parents Said I Started Singing When I Was 4, In The Car.

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.

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