Al Stewart

The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.

Look to the past and remember no empire rises that sooner or later won't fall.

Nothing that's forced can ever be right, if it doesn't come naturally, leave it.

We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we've come. And peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out for love on the run.

There's room in the world for one historical folk-rock singer to make a decent living, and I happen to be it.

Only two to three per cent of an audience is interested in words and pays attention to lyrics; most of the rest of it is about image or the beat or the sound, or else it's a tribal thing - country & western, rap, heavy metal, with historical folk rock off in some kind of cult.

You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.