A lot of people from the press want to talk to me, but they never do.
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.
Because Dickens and Dostoyevsky and Woody Guthrie were telling their stories much better than I ever could, I decided to stick to my own mind.
I met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred.
My love is like some raven at my window with a broken wing.
I'll remember you. When I've forgotten all the rest.You to me were true. You to me were the best.