Don't Ask Me Nothing About Nothing, I Just Might Tell You the Truth

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

Peace is the time it takes to reload your rifle.

So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away, to the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.

Let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’ But I’ll know my song well before I start singin

She's a hypnotist collector; you are a walking antique.