Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer. May I land my kinky machine?

Sometimes the music people put you into these big, rush things.

The reflection of the world is blues, that's where that part of the music is at. Then you got this other kind of music that's tryin' to come around.

In order to change the world, I guess a person would have to really get his head together first before he can say anything to the world, to change it.

Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairy tales That's all she ever thinks about Riding with the wind.

My own thing is in my head. I hear sounds and if I don't get them together nobody else will.

The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.