Looks like my baby dont live here no more...thats alright, ive still got my guitar..I might as well go back over yonder, way back across the hills, if my baby dont love me no more....i know her...sister will

I guess it would be if I wanted to, just lay back and predominantly write songs when I can't go on a stage anymore.

Knowledge is speaking, wisdom is listening

Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens.

The smiling portrait of you is still hanging on my frowning wall.

Oh say, can you see, it's really such a mess. Every inch of earth is a fighting nest. Giant pencial and lipstick tube shaped things, continue to rain and cause scream and pain, and the arctic stains from silver blue to bloody red.

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.