People call you this or that. But I can't respond because then it seems like I'm defensive, you know, what does it matter, really?

I got this grave yard woman.

I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours.

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

For whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die? Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do.

How many roads must a man walk down, Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail, Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly, Before they're forever banned?

You must be vulnerable to be sensitive to reality. And to be vulnerable is just another way of saying that one has nothing more to lose. I don't have anything but darkness to lose.