I do know what my songs are about.
How many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky?
For them that think death's honesty won't fall upon them naturally life sometimes must get lonely.
I don't write the songs; I just write 'em down.
The truth that I am seeking is in your missing file.
Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.