To Say That We're Doomed Is Just

I Went To New York In 1974, To Either Try To Get A Record Deal, Get Into The New York Art Student League, Or Be A Dancer. So That Was My Plan. Some Plan. And I Had No Money.

I'm Trying To Write For People My Age. And My Inspiration Over The Years Has Changed Dramatically.

It's A Lonely Ol' Night. Can I Put My Arms Around You?

I Don't Have To Worry About Any Pop Sensibility. I Can Write Adult Songs, And I Don't Have To Worry About Choruses And Hook Lines.

Ain't That America, Home Of The Free? Little Pink Houses For You And Me.