You can't be wise and in love at the same time.

In the home of the brave, Jefferson turning over in his grave.

I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

It will scramble your head and drag your brain about, sometimes you gotta do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out.

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.

This land is your land and this land is my land, sure, but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway.

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes. You'd know what a drag it is to see you.