“Once I thought I saw youin a crowded hazy bar,Dancing on the lightfrom star to star.Far across the moonbeamI know that's who you are,I saw your brown eyesturning once to fire.You are like a hurricaneThere's calm in your eye.And I'm gettin' blown awayTo somewhere saferwhere the feeling stays.I want to love you butI'm getting blown away.I am just a dreamer,but you are just a dream,You could have beenanyone to me.Before that momentyou touched my lipsThat perfect feelingwhen time just slipsAway between uson our foggy trip.You are like a hurricaneThere's calm in your eye.And I'm gettin' blown awayTo somewhere saferwhere the feeling stays.I want to love you butI'm getting blown away.You are just a dreamer,and I am just a dream.You could have beenanyone to me.Before that momentyou touched my lipsThat perfect feelingwhen time just slipsAway between uson our foggy trip.You are like a hurricaneThere's calm in your eye.And I'm gettin' blown awayTo somewhere saferwhere the feeling stays.I want to love you butI'm getting blown away.The song was written in July 1975 after Young had just undergone an operation on his vocal chords after a cocaine-fueled night with friend. "We were all really high, fucked up. Been out partying. Wrote it sitting up at Vista Point on Skyline. Supposed to be the highest point in San Mateo County, which was appropriate. I wrote it when I couldn't sing. I was on voice rest. It was nuts - I was whistling it.I wrote a lot of songs when I couldn't talk.”

“‎Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.”

“I made up my mind that I'd get out of that place and I did...I learned that if you want to get somewhere, you just make up your mind and work like hell til you get there. If you want to go somewhere in life, you just have to work till you make it.”

“I am burning. I have to live, I have to sing, I want to transform myself into a thousand different characters and carry their life with me onto the stage where it's so bright and so dark at the same time, just knowing there are three thousand people out there longing to be swept away by the passion that's about to flood out from scarlet curtains, to this I consecrate my body and my soul, I can give no more than all of myself, I feel my heart is a throbbing engine and my voice is the valve, like a wailing train, it has to sing or blow up, there's too much fuel, too much fire, and what am I to do with this voice if I can't let it out, it's not just singing. I am here as a speck, but I don't feel scared or about to be blown away, I feel like all New York is a warm embrace just waiting to enfold me. I am in love. But not with a person. I am passionately in love with my life.”

“I ended up dropping out of high school. I'm a high school dropout, which I'm not proud to say, ... I had some teachers that I still think of fondly and were amazing to me. But I had other teachers who said, 'You know what? This dream of yours is a hobby. When are you going to give it up?' I had teachers who I could tell didn't want to be there. And I just couldn't get inspired by someone who didn't want to be there”

“Somethings you know right away to be final- when you lose your last baby tooth...Other times, you have to work out the milestone via subtraction, a math you do to assign significance, like when I figured out that I'd just blown through my last-ever wednesday with Mom on the day after she died.”