I Think My First Instrument Was A

You're Driving With Your Eyes Closed.

The Eagles Ended On A Rather Abrupt Note, Although In Retrospect I Realize Now That It Had Been Ending For Quite Some Time.

For Every Moment Of Joy Every Hour Of Fear For Every Winding Road That Brought Me Here For Every Breath, For Every Day Of Living This Is My Thanksgiving

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

We Satisfy Our Endless Needs And Justify Our Bloody Deeds In The Name Of Destiny And In The Name Of God.