He's hell bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused, and his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.
You could listen to Woody Guthrie songs and actually learn how to live.
It's not a house, it's a home.
God knows there's a heaven.
You just don't wake up one day and decide that you need to write songs.
I don't think the human mind can comprehend the past and the future. They are both just illusions that can manipulate you into thinking there's some kind of change.