They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives, put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs, or their wives.

It wouldn't kill you to stay the night anyway.

Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'.

You have to know that you're the best whether anybody else tells you that or not. And that you'll be around, in one way or another, longer than anybody else. Somewhere inside of you, you have to believe that.

May God bless and keep you always, May your wishes all come true, May you always do for others And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung, May you stay forever young.

I see the turning of the page, curtain rising on a new age, see the groom still waiting at the altar.

When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?