Last night I danced with a stranger, but she just reminded me you were the one.

I don't know if I call myself a poet or not. I would like to, but I'm not really qualified to make that decision, because I come in on such a back door, that I don't know what a Robert Frost or a [John] Keats or a T.S. Eliot would really think of my stuff.

In this age of fiberglass, I'm searching for a gem.

Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking 'bout the government.

Heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening. Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing. Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter.

No reason to get excited,' the thief, he kindly spoke, There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.

There's a lot of false prophets around and that's the trouble. People say they think they know what's right and other people get people to follow them because they have a certain type of charisma, and there's always people willing to take over. People want a leader. And there will be more and more of them.