I'm Not A Number. Dammit, I'm A

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

Out Past The Cornfields Where The Woods Got Heavy, Out In The Back Seat Of My '60 Chevy. Workin' On Mysteries Without Any Clues, Workin' On Our Night Moves.

Wish I Didn't Know Now What I Didn't Know Then.

I Was A Runner, A Failed Quarterback, Third-string Quarterback, But In Track I Was A 2-miler.

My Management Tells Me, Don't Be Optimistic, Because It's The Young People's World Now. They Want To Hear What They Want To Hear, And You're A Classic Rocker. I Don't Know If You're Gonna Get The Play.