“My sister got lucky, married a yuppie, and took him for all he was worth. Now she’s a swinger dating a singer, I can’t decide which is worse.”

I never could have dreamed that her heart was so wicked, but I keep coming back because it’s so hard to kick it.

You were the one who made things different, you were the one who took me in. You were the one thing I could count on, above all, you were my friend.

Every verse a diamond, every chorus gold, the sound was my salvation. It was only everything, before money became king.

Even the losers get lucky sometimes. Even the losers keep a little bit of pride. They get lucky sometimes.

You get into your late fifties, people start falling like flies all around you. I don’t take life for granted any more. I’m really glad to be here.

You need eagles wings to get over things that make no sense in this world.

I had the radio on, I was driving. Trees flew by, me and Del were singing, Little Runaway, I was flying.

You believe what you want to believe. You see, you don’t have to live like a refugee.

I’ll stand my ground and I won’t back down.

I’m not any happier anywhere than when I’m in the studio. I’m over the moon about it. It keeps me young, it keeps me feeling like I have some purpose.

I should have known right then it was too good to last, God, it’s such a drag when you’re livin’ in the past

I love history, doesn’t matter what era, I’m fascinated.

I think to be successful you have to work really hard but you also have to have a little bit of luck.

If you don’t run, you rust.

At twilight time the smog makes a rainbow.

Yeah, the world would swing if I were king. Can I help it if I still dream time to time?