“Someday we’ll look back on this and it will all seem funny.”

We gotta get out while we’re young, ’cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run.

The one thing I wished for my children is that they’d be readers.

Mister, I ain’t a boy, no I’m a man, and i believe in a promised land.

You can’t be afraid of getting old. Old is good, if you’re gathering in life. Our band is good at understanding that equation.

Gonna be a twister to blow everything down That ain’t got the faith to stand its ground. Blow away the dreams that tear you apart. Blow away the dreams that break your heart. Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted.

You can beat the drum so hard that people stop listening. I wanted to use my voice wisely and not expend it wastefully.

Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk.

Nobody wins unless everybody wins.

The life of a rock & roll band will last as long as you can look down into the audience and see yourself.

Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true? Or is it something worse?

Just sitting around waiting for my life to begin, while it was all just slipping away.

Tonight I’m stepping lightly and I’m feeling no pain.

Music was my way of keeping people from looking through and around me. I wanted the heavies to know I was around.

The hungry and the haunted explode in a rock’n’roll band.

Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night.

Outside the street’s on fire in a real death waltz between what’s flesh and what’s fantasy.