All the news of home you read, more about the war and of bloody changes.

The bands and the roadies, love 'em and leave 'em. It's pleasure to try 'em, but trouble to keep 'em.

Do you see how you hurt me, baby? So I hurt you too. Then we both get so blue. I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, looking for the key to set me free.

I don't understand why Europeans and South Americans can take more sophistication. Why is it that Americans need to hear their happiness major and their tragedy minor, and as jazzy as they can handle is a seventh chord? Are they not experiencing complex emotions?

He saw my complications and he mirrored me back simplified, and we laughed how our perfect world would always be denied.

Heaven's full of astronauts and the Lord's on death row.

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.