Heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening. Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing. Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter.
Maybe someday you will understand, that something for nothing is everybody's plan.
Some times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards
Whatever colors you have in your mind, I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine.
Abe said, where do you want this killing done? God said, out on highway 61.
Thinking of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo fly And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes