You get older. You start having hopes for other people rather than yourself.

It goes back to the destiny thing.I made a bargain with it, you know, a long time ago. And I'm holding up my end.

I ain't saying you treated me unkind you could've done better, but I don't mind. You just kinda wasted my precious time. But don't think twice, it's alright.

Some times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards

In the dime stores and bus stations, people talk of situations, read books, repeat quotations, draw conclusions on the wall.

The songs are my lexicon. I believe the songs.

Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand, For the times they are a-changin'.