There must be 50 ways to leave your lover.
The leaves that are green turn to brown. And they wither with the wind. And they crumble in your hand.
I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island.
Elvis was the reason I picked up the guitar.
Nor is it strange That after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same
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.