When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got a friend, just remember that death is not the end.

How many roads must a man walk down, Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail, Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly, Before they're forever banned?

I had ambitions to set out and find, like an odyssey or going home somewhere, set out to find this home that I'd left a while back and couldn't remember exactly where it was, but I was on my way there. And encountering what I encountered on the way was how I envisioned it all. I didn't really have any ambition at all. I was born very far from where I'm supposed to be, and so, I'm on my way home, you know?

She had bullets in her eyes and they fired.

You don't write a song to sit there on a page. You write it to sing it.

Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking 'bout the government.

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?