Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp

Stay free of petty jealousies, live by no man's code, and hold your judgment for yourself, lest you wind up on this road.

The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.

Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it.

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you.

Being on tour is like being in limbo. It's like going from nowhere to nowhere.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands