He swift don't win the race. It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth.
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey, who pick up on his bread crumb sins, and there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.
I feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet, putting her in a wheel-barrow and wheeling her down the street.
the only thing i knew how to do was to keep on keeping on
I'm the oldest son of a crazy man, I'm in a cowboy band.
Your heart is like the ocean, mysterious and dark.