I've come to realize that life is not a musical comedy, it's a Greek tragedy.
Rock and roll just used to be for kicks, now a days it's politics.
There's an old man sitting next to me, making love to his tonic and gin.
If you search for truthfulness, you might as well be blind.
Some love is just a lie of the heart, the cold remains of what began with a passionate heart.
Why don't the Beatles get back together? Why don't nobody sing of romance?