Someone could walk into this room and say your life is on fire.

Lord, I am a surgeon and music is my knife. It cuts away my sorrow and purifies my life.

People talking without speaking,/ People listening without hearing...Sounds of Silence.

Just slip out the back, Jack, make a new plan, Stan, you don't need to be coy, Roy, just get yourself free. Hop on the bus, Gus, you don't need to discuss much, just drop off the key, Lee, and get yourself free.

Although I was able to study music with teachers, I never studied lyric writing. I read poetry, and I read other lyricists. But they were never writing in the style or the form that I was interested in.

My life so common it disappears and sometimes even music cannot substitute for tears.

Who am I to blow against the wind?