I've never written a political song. Songs can't save the world. I've gone through all that.

There's no liquor in the land that can stop your brain from bleedin

You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes.

You can't be happy by doing something groovy.

There doesn't seem to be any tomorrow. Every time I wake up, no matter in what position, it's always been today.

Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.

Creativity has a lot to do with the main idea. Inspiration is what comes when you are dealing with the idea. But inspiration won't invite what's not there to begin with.