Music can save people, but it can't in the commercial way it's being used. It's just too much. It's pollution.

The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.

It may look like I'm moving but I'm standing still.

You can't imagine parlor ballads drifting out of high-rise multi-towered buildings. That kind of music existed in a more timeless state of life.

I'm determined to stand whether God will deliver me or not.

Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it's like they didn't fade away at all.

So now I'm going back again I got to get her somehow All the people we used to know They're an illusion to me now Some are mathematicians Some are carpenter's wives Don't know how it all got started I don't what they're doing with their lives But me I'm still on the road Heading for another joint We always did feel the same We just saw it from a different point of view Tangled up in Blue.