She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall. She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all.

Look out your window, and I'll be gone. You're the reason I'm a-traveling on.

Love is all there is, it makes the world go around. Love and only love, it can't be denied.

She had bullets in her eyes and they fired.

Madonna, she still has not showed, we see this empty cage now corrode, where her cape of the stage once had flowed, the fiddler he now steps to the road, on the back of the fish truck that loads, while my conscience explodes.

I play these [folk acoustic] concerts and I ask myself, 'Would you come see me tonight?' - and I'd have to answer truthfully, 'No, I wouldn't come. I'd rather be doin' something else, really I would. That something else is rock... The words are pictures, and the rock's gonna help me flesh out the colors of the pictures. (1965)

The only sound that's left after the ambulances go is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row.