I never was a very good singer.

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'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.

They sell us the President the same way they sell us our clothes and cars.

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

You would think with all the genius and the brilliance of these times, we might find a higher purpose and a better use of mind.