They say everything can be replaced, Yet every distance is not near. So I remember every face Of every man who put me here. I see my light come shining From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released.

A poem is a naked person... Some people say that I am a poet.

The sun's not yellow, its chicken!

So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away, to the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.

Freedom just around the corner for you, but with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

Advertising signs: they con you into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on all around you

A lot of people from the press want to talk to me, but they never do.