Famine and disaster, right there in front of you, and the more you watch, the less you do.

You measure peace with guns, progress in megatons. Who's left when the war is won?

I've written many extra verses to songs that I learned to sing - an extra verse about a friend, or just add some verse - and that led to writing my own songs.

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.

How long can you hear someone crying - how long can you hear someone dying - before you ask yourself why?

People look around you, the signs are everywhere. You've left it for somebody other than you to be the one who to care.

Let the music keep our spirits high, let the buildings keep our children dry, let creation reveal its secrets by and bye.