All our songs are about love, travel and death.
No one thought up being. He who thinks he has, step forward.
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel.
Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.
A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.
There are no laws, there are no rules, just grab your friend and love him.