Our lives are like a candle in the wind.

Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.

All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write.

You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.

For we know when a nation goes down and never comes back, when a society or a civilization perishes, one condition may always be found. They forgot where they came from. They lost sight of what brought them along.

Look out how you use proud words. When you let proud words go, it is not easy to call them back. They wear long boots, hard boots; they walk off proud; they can't hear you calling. Look out how you use proud words.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.