But if two and two and fifty make a million...

A song is like a picture of a bird in flight; the bird was moving before the picture was taken, and no doubt continued after.

And the people in the houses All went to the University And they got put in boxes Little boxes all the same, Little boxes all the same, Little boxes all the same, Little boxes all the same And they all come out all the same.

This world is so full of hypocrisy, the only way you can be honest is to be a hermit.

It's been my belief that learning how to do something in your hometown is the most important thing.

The truth is a rabbit in a bramble patch. All you can do is circle around and say it's somewhere in there.

Honest songs aren`t written for money.