Well the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they are riding down the line fixing everybody's troubles, everybody except mine.

Now all the criminals in their suits and ties are free to drink martinis and watch the sunrise

In the home of the brave, Jefferson turning over in his grave.

Really the truth is just a plain picture. A plain picture of, let's say, a tramp vomiting in the sewere. You know, and next door to the picture Mr. Rockefeller or Mr. C. W. Jones on the subway going to work. You know, any kind of picture. Just make a collage of pictures.

Even if you don't have all the things you want, be grateful for the things you don't have that you don't want (Bob Dylan's dad)

All the people we used to know, they're an illusion to me now.

A song is anything that can walk by itself.