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

More than a career, I feel that I've got a function. I see things in a much more holistic way. Some people bake the bread, and some people write the songs.

When you've found another soul who see's in to your own...take good care of each other..and remember to be kind.

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?

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

We may lose and we may win, but we will never be here again.

No matter how fast I run, I can't get away from me.