Like Last Night I Had A Sequence

I Just Don't Think Of Myself As A Star. This Is What I Do For A Living; I'm Fortunate That I Make Ends Meet.

I Can't Remember Much About The Early Flights, Except That It Was Ages Before We Got Into First Class.

Beyond A Certain Point, The Music Isn't Mine Anymore. It's Yours.

I Know It Shouldn't Make A Difference, But Crossing The Dateline, We Weren't Sure What Day It Was - It Was Very Strange. Now, I Seem To Cope With It Better.

Everything Has Added Up To A Load That I'm Getting Tired Of Carrying. It's Gotten So Complicated. It's The Three Failed Marriages, And Having Kids That Grew Up Without Me, And It's The Personal Criticism, Of Being Mr. Nice Guy, Or Of Divorcing My Wife By Fax, All That Stuff, The Journalism, Some Of Which I Find Insulting.