I followed those highway signs and I've run down those thin white lines.

How long will it be 'till we've turned To the tasks and the skills That we'll have to have learned If we're going to find our place in the future And have something to offer Where this planet's concerned?

I'm losing touch with reality and I'm almost out of blow. It's such a fine line, I hate to see it go. Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain.

I taught myself to play the piano, because I wanted to play it.

Lighten up while you still can, don't even try to understand. Just find a place to make your stand, and take it easy.

I look around for the friends I used to turn to pull me through. Looking into their eyes, I see them running, too.

I’m going to be a happy idiot and struggle for the legal tender.