Everything passes, Everything changes, Just do what you think you should do.

If I lived my life by what others were thinkin', the heart inside me would've died.

I was lingering out on the pavement. There was a missing person inside of myself and I needed to find him . . . I felt done for, an empty burned-out wreck . . . Wherever I am, I'm a '60s troubadour, a folk-rock relic, a wordsmith from bygone days, a fictitious head of state from a place nobody knows.

In songs, you have to tell people about something they didn't see and weren't there for, and you have to do it as if you were.

Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast

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

Sometimes you get out from behind the wheel and let someone else step on the gas.