Now more than ever the world needs love, not just a slogan.
The dust to which this flesh shall return, it is the ancient dreaming dust of God.
The simple man, baby, pays for the thrills, the bills, and the pills that kill.
An honest man's pillow is his peace of mind.
Growing up leads to growing old and then to dying And dying to me don't sound like all that much fun
For me or a Bruce Springsteen to sit up in our ivory towers and make comments about racism, well, were not really in it, are we?