It goes back to the destiny thing.I made a bargain with it, you know, a long time ago. And I'm holding up my end.

The ghosts race towards the light, you can almost hear the heavy breathing spirits, all determined to get somewhere. New Orleans, unlike a lot of places you go back to and that don't have the magic anymore, still has got it. Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. You can't see it, but you know it's here. Somebody's always sinking.

As he weeps to wicked birds of prey, who pick up on his bread crumb sins, and there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.

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

The corporations have taken over. Even in the recording studio. Actually, the corporate companies have taken over American life most everywhere. Go coast to coast and you will see people wearing the same clothes, thinking the same thoughts, eating the same food. Everything is processed.

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives, put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs, or their wives.