This place aint the same. It never will be. Maybe we've all got a little crazy. I guess if everbody went crazy together nobody would notice, what do you think?
There is no God and we are his prophets.
This country will kill you in a heartbeat and still people love it.
They say death comes like a thief in the night, where is he? I'll hug his neck.
When you die it's the same as if everybody else did too.
The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons. If indeed they come to an understanding of them at all.