I'm gonna spare the defeated. I'm gonna tame the proud.
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through.
Look out your window, and I'll be gone. You're the reason I'm a-traveling on.
People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the music and the ideas.
I never could guess your weight, baby.
I'm inconsistent, even to myself.