One legged veterans will greet the dawn, and they're whistling marches as they mow the lawn, and the gargoyles on sit and grieve.

She's staring down her desires, while they're staring down her dress.

Comfort his family with a telegram, we regret to inform you we lost a man, but we gave him the highest medal of the land.

Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.

Leaving America is like losing twenty pounds and finding a new girlfriend.

There is an urgent need for Americans to look deeply into themselves and their actions, and musical poetry is perhaps the most effective mirror available. Every newspaper headline is a potential song.

Even though you can't expect to defeat the absurdity of the world, you must make that attempt.