I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we are, we're just walking dressed up in a suit of skin, and we're going to leave that behind.

Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.

I hurt easy, I just don't show it. You can hurt someone and not even know it.

You better start swimming, or you'll sink like a stone. Because the Time's they are a-changing.

The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.

America was founded on the backs of slaves.