But when you know that you've got a real friend somewhere, suddenly all the others are so much easier to bear.

Forget what life used to be, you are what you choose to be. It's whatever it is you see that life will become.

And while the future's there for anyone to change, still you know it's seems, It would be easier sometimes to change the past.

I want to know what became of the changes we waited for love to bring/Were they only the fitful dreams of some greater awakening?

As far as those kinds of things, I also played at the concert to call for the release of Nelson Mandela when he was a political prisoner in South Africa. We were celebrating his 70th birthday and calling for his release.

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

I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, it could be that I've lost my way.