God knows there's a heaven.

I don't think there's enough guns.

The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.

Stay free of petty jealousies, live by no man's code, and hold your judgment for yourself, lest you wind up on this road.

You need something to open up a new door, to show you something you seen before but overlooked a hundred times or more

Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, with strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.

You can't imagine parlor ballads drifting out of high-rise multi-towered buildings. That kind of music existed in a more timeless state of life.