Lord knows I've paid my dues getting through, tangled up in blue.

If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, just remind me to show you the scars.

You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live, when I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give. Dried the tears up from my dreams and pulled me from my hole, quenched my thirst and satisfied the burning in my soul.

If ever asked to look at yourself, don't.

The worth of things can't be measured by what they cost but by what the cost you to get it, that if anything costs you your faith or your family, then the price is too high, and that there are some things that will never wear out.

Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, with strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.

We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it