Seven shots ring out like the ocean's pounding roar, there's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm.

I really didn't consider myself happy or unhappy.

Well, it's hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon When it's nine below zero And three o'clock in the afternoon.

When you've got nothing, you've got nothing to loose.

Come senators, congressmen, Please heed the call, Don't stand in the doorway, Don't block up the hall, For he that gets hurt, Will be he who has stalled, The battle outside ragin', Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls, For the times they are a-changin'...

I was headed for the fantastic lights. No doubt about it. Could it be that I was being deceived? Not likely. I don't think I had enough imagination to be deceived; had no false hope, either. I'd come from a long ways off and had started from a long ways down. But now destiny was about to manifest itself. I felt like it was looking right at me and nobody else.

They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives, put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs, or their wives.