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

The harmonica is the world's best-selling musical instrument. You're welcome.

In harmony with cosmic sea, true love needs no company. It can cure the soul, it can make it whole, if dogs run free.

Thinking of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo fly And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes

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.

Some formulas are too complex and I don't want anything to do with them.

I used to think it's better if you just live and die and no one knows who you are.