My father probably thought the capital of the world was wherever he was at the time. It couldn't possibly be anyplace else. Where he and his wife were in their own home, that, for them, was the capital of the world.
Either I'm too sensitive, or else I'm gettin' soft
I'm mortified to be on the stage, but then again, it's the only place where I'm happy.
There ought to be a law about you coming around.
You had no faith to lose and you know it.
For them that must obey authority/That they do not respect in any degree/Who despise their jobs, their destinies/Speak jealously of them that are free