I Grew Up Reading Shakespeare And Mark

I Told My Father I Wanted To Play The Banjo, And So He Saved The Money And Got Ready To Give Me A Banjo For My Next Birthday, And Between That Time And My Birthday, I Lost Interest In The Banjo And Was Playing Guitar.

I Followed Those Highway Signs And I've Run Down Those Thin White Lines.

We May Lose And We May Win, But We Will Never Be Here Again.

In The End, They Traded Their Tired Wings For The Resignation That Living Brings. And Exchanged Love's Bright And Fragile Glow For The Glitter And The Rouge, And In The Moment They Were Swept Before The Deluge.

I've Also Gotten To Play In Front Of A Million People In Central Park When There Was A Grass Roots Movement Calling For Nuclear Disarmament - It Was About 1982 - They Called It Peace Sunday.