With Only One Thing In Common, They

Some People Say Love Is A Losing Game, You Start With Fire And You Lose The Flame. The Ashes Smolder, But The Warmth's Soon Gone, You End Up Cold And Lonely On Your Own.

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.

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

You're Not Going To Hear Me Do A Rap Song, You're Not Going To Hear Me Do A Jazz Song. We Have To Be True To Our Roots, Do What We Do, And Try To Do It A Little Better Each Time.

Like A Rock, Standing Arrow Straight. Like A Rock, Charging From The Gate.