Moving Eight Miles A Minute For Months

My Walk Had Purpose, My Steps Were Quick And Light, And I Held Firmly To What I Felt Was Right.

I Sailboat Raced, I Love To Go Out On My Motorcycle Alone, But I Also Love My Family Dearly. I Love That Aspect Of My Life As Well.

I Guess I Lost My Way, There Were So Many Roads. I Was Living To Run, And Running To Live, Never Worried About Paying Or Even How Much I Owed.

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.

He Spent All Night Staring Down At The Lights On L.a., Wondering If He Ever Could Go Home.