I see the turning of the page, curtain rising on a new age, see the groom still waiting at the altar.

How many roads must a man walk down, Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail, Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly, Before they're forever banned?

Passion is a young man's game. Young people can be passionate. Older people gotta be more wise.

It pays to know who your friends are but it also pays to know you ain't got any friends.

People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the music and the ideas.

People don't live or die, people just float.

The truth that I am seeking is in your missing file.