A horse loves freedom, and the weariest old work horse will roll on the ground or break into a lumbering gallop when he is turned loose into the open.

Don't blow your tomorrows, don't throw away your love. You've got to be wise as a serpent, harmless as a dove.

You gotta grow, you gotta learn by your mistakes; You gotta die a little everyday just to try to stay awake; When you believe there's no mountain you can climb; And if you get it wrong you'll get it right next time, next time.

No use complaining, don't you worry, don't you wine. Cause if you get it wrong, you'll get it right next time.

A horse loves freedom, and the weariest old work horse will roll on the ground or break into a lumbering gallop when he is turned loose into the open.

If you fall, the truth will set you free. And when your heart can see just one thing in this life, we'll set out on the journey.

This city desert makes you feel so cold. It's got so many people, but it's got no soul.