I developed a problem with authority. Any time that authority was what I interpreted as being unjust, I stood up to it, and that became my personality.

At twilight time the smog makes a rainbow.

I should have known right then it was too good to last, God, it's such a drag when you're livin' in the past

Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have kicked you around some. Tell me, why you want to lay there, revel in your abandon?

I'm so tired of being tired. Sure as night will follow day most things I worry about will never happen anyway.

Lord, please watch over all these lost children born to chase the hurricane.

Running down a dream... working on a mystery... going wherever it leads.