I don't believe what the papers are saying They're just out to capture my dime, Exaggerating this, exaggerating that.

Some people never say the words ‘I love you’, for like a child they’re longing to be told.

All I've got to do today is smile.

I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told, and I have squandered my resistance, for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises. All lies in jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...

The leaves that are green turn to brown. And they wither with the wind. And they crumble in your hand.

The course of a lifetime runs/over and over again

I want to rid my heart of envy, and cleanse my soul of rage before I'm through.