‘It’s a song that gives you permission to dream – and there are still a lot of smalltown girls and city boys wanting to get on a midnight train to anywhere’
I’d moved from Chicago to Hollywood in the 70s, but I’d fallen behind and needed a loan from my dad. I felt bad, and asked him: “Should I just come home and give up this rock’n’roll dream of mine?” And he told me: “No, stick to your guns. Don’t stop believing.” For a father back then, that was unheard of. Most dads would have said: “Get a job!”
