Moving Eight Miles A Minute

I'm Older Now But Still Running Against The Wind

Out Past The Cornfields Where The Woods Got Heavy, Out In The Back Seat Of My '60 Chevy. Workin' On Mysteries Without Any Clues, Workin' On Our Night Moves.

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.

Most Of The Time, I'm Here In Michigan And I'm Taking Out The Garbage Every Monday.