You'll find God in the church of your choice, you'll find Woody Guthrie in the Brooklyn State Hospital.
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity.
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 get older. You start having hopes for other people rather than yourself.
All the people we used to know, they're an illusion to me now.
Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, with strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.