The country we carry in our hearts is waiting.
So tell me what I see when I look in your eyes, is that you baby or just a brilliant disguise?
For an adult, the world is constantly trying to clamp down on itself. Routine, responsibility, decay of institutions, corruption: this is all the world closing in.
I was real good at music and real bad at everything else.
When I look at myself, I don't see the man I wanted to be.
We gotta get out while we're young, 'cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run.