If Dirt Were Dollars, I

We Live A Protracted Adolescence. At Some Point You Must Leave The Party.

There Is Not Wrong, There Is No Right, And I Will Sleep Very Well Tonight.

The Eagles And The Critics Were Not The Best Of Friends.

I Was Flying Back From Lubbock And I Saw Jesus On The Plane, Or Maybe It Was Elvis. You Know, They Kind Of Look The Same.

I Don't Mind Doing Two Or Three Eagles Songs And Playing The Drums. I'm Not One Of Those Artists Who's Going To Sit Here And Deny The Past.