I'm Not A Number. Dammit,

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.

It's The Age Of Reason For The Anarchist.

Great Sex Is Wonderful While It's Happening, But Who Remembers Great Sex They Had In 1983?

Radio Is So Fragmented, It's Unbelievable.

You Go To La, Or You Go To New York, And It's Really Fun To Go There. But They're Not Grounded. Everybody Is Just Competing All The Time For The Limelight. It's Too Much Entertainment Industry. There Are Too Many Choices. And It's Distracting To Me.