Went looking for faith on the forest floor, and it showed up everywhere. In the sun, and the water, and the falling leaves, the falling leaves of time.

Now I'm livin' out here on the beach, but those seagulls are still out of reach.

This time [2016] is very similar to the '60s, as far as I can tell.

I'm not into this judgmental, religious-right kind of thing.

When the punk thing came along and I heard my friends saying, I hate these people with the pins in their ears. I said, Thank God, something got their attention.

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming, We're finally on our own. This summer I hear the drumming, Four dead in Ohio.

On one side the government, the other side the mob.