The best way out is always through.

It takes all sorts of in and outdoor schooling To get adapted to my kind of fooling.

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

I cut my own hair. I got sick of barbers because they talk too much. And too much of their talk was about my hair coming out.

He says the best way out is always through. / And I can agree to that, or in so far / As that I can see no way out but through

For I have had too much Of apple-picking:I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired.

It's hard to get into this world and hard to get out of it, and what's in between doesn't make much sense.