You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.

My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes to numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.

My love is like some raven at my window with a broken wing.

Suddenly I found you and the spirit in me sings, Don't have to look no further, You're the soul of many things.

You'll find God in the church of your choice, you'll find Woody Guthrie in the Brooklyn State Hospital.

Love is all there is, it makes the world go around. Love and only love, it can't be denied.

I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings. And I've never been too impressed.