Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

Lyricists play with words.

I'm actually doing what I want with my life. I do sometime think I could just shut up and rest on my laurels and say: you know what guys, I'll operate out of the pocket you put me in.... but no way! No way I'm gonna do that! I'd just get bored stiff the first minute.

And when the night is cloudy There is still a light that shines on me Shine on until tomorrow, let it Be...

Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?

I thought the only lonely place was on the moon.

Jet, I can almost remember their funny faces