Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum.

You say you're looking for someone who'll pick you up each time you fall, to gather flowers constantly and to come each time you call, a lover your life and nothing more. But it ain't me, babe.

For whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die? Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do.

Stay free of petty jealousies, live by no man's code, and hold your judgment for yourself, lest you wind up on this road.

There doesn't seem to be any tomorrow. Every time I wake up, no matter in what position, it's always been today.

Good intentions can be evil, both hands are full of grease. You know, sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

Even if you don't have all the things you want, be grateful for the things you don't have that you don't want (Bob Dylan's dad)