She Gave Me A False Address, Took

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 Wish I Had A Nickel For Every Time I Fell And Blamed Someone Else. I'd Give A Ton Of Money To The Ones I've Hurt.

To A Brighter Light, To A Promised Land, You Can Feel The Power, Of The Master's Hand.

Deep In My Soul, I've Been So Lonely, All Of My Hopes Fading Away. I've Longed For Love, Like Everyone Else Does, I Know I'll Keep Searching After Today.

It's The Age Of Reason For The Anarchist.