There are a lot of places I like, but I like New Orleans better.
I've been up the mountain and I had a choice. Should I come down? So I came down. God said, Okay, you've been up on the mountain, now you go down. You're on your own, free. Check in later, but now you're on your own.
The one who is not being born is dying.
Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time.
Can you please crawl out your window? Use your arms and your legs, it won't ruin you
We never thought we could ever get old.