I forgot more than you'll ever know.

Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame. I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.

Some are masters of illusions, some are ministers of trade, all under the same delusion, all their beds unmade.

People are going to say, ‘Well, it’s not very truthful.’ But a songwriter doesn’t care about what’s truthful. What he cares about is what should’ve happened, what could’ve happened. That’s its own kind of truth. It’s like people who read Shakespeare plays, but they never see a Shakespeare play. I think they just use his name.

Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, with strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.

Well, I try my best to be just like I am, But everybody wants you to be just like them, They sing while you slave and I just get bored

You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we are, we're just walking dressed up in a suit of skin, and we're going to leave that behind.