“I’m older now but still running against the wind”

The years rolled slowly past and I found myself alone. Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends, I found myself further and further from my home.

Every now and then you’ll nail one that’s really, really special. And that’s what you live for.

With only one thing in common, they got the fire down below.

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.

He wants his home and security, he wants to live like a sailor at sea.

One victim lives in tragedy, another victim stops to stare, and still another walks on by pretending not to see

And you pretend it doesn’t bother you, When you just want to explode.

The two hours onstage is great. But I can only play a show and then take a night off. I have to sing for two hours, and then I’ve gotta rest it for a night. So it’s the other 46 hours that are just boring as heck.

Sometimes you can hear them talk, other times you can’t. All the same old cliches, is that a woman or a man?

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.

I’d rather make music than tour.

Tell them we’ll be dancing, dancing ’til we drop, it’s time to get down and do the Horizontal Bop.

It went on yesterday and it’s going on tonight, somewhere there’s somebody ain’t treatin’ somebody right.

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.

She had been born with a face that would let her get away, he saw that face and he lost all control.

Later in the evening when you lie awake in bed with the echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head.

Hope is a renewable option: If you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning.

But kids don’t stay with you if you do it right. It’s the one job where, the better you are, the more surely you won’t be needed in the long run.

Don’t get cocky just because you’ve had a good run. You can lose your business as fast as you’ve earned it.

In the British Special Air Service, combat fitness is all about running.

Running back was always my favorite position.

Race, what is that? Race is a competition, somebody winning and somebody losing. Blood doesn’t run in races! Come on!

There are a lot of ways to serve, and being president is not the only one, and I would hope that someone else would run.

I don’t want to get too detailed into it, but when you’re a good high school running back, you can almost be whatever type of runner you want to be. If you’re a good size and a good athlete, you can be whatever type of runner you want.