It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be.

She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall. She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all.

He's hell bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused, and his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.

Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street.

Every man's conscience is vile and depraved / You cannot depend on it to be your guide when it’s you who must keep it satisfied.

And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’ But I’ll know my song well before I start singin

I just try to understand that tomorrow is another day.