Look out your window, and I'll be gone. You're the reason I'm a-traveling on.
The songs are my lexicon. I believe the songs.
The hollow horn plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying.
Adulterers in churches and pornography in the schools, you got gangsters in power and lawbreakers making rules. When you gonna wake up?
I think a poet is anybody who wouldn't call himself a poet.
I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul.