It's Not Easy To Define Poetry.

You Say You've Lost Your Faith But That's Not Where It's At You Have No Faith To Lose And You Know It

If I Lived My Life By What Others Were Thinkin', The Heart Inside Me Would've Died.

You Could Listen To Woody Guthrie Songs And Actually Learn How To Live.

You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody.

There's Not Even Room Enough To Be Anywhere/it's Not Dark Yet, But It's Getting There.../i Was Born Here And I'll Die Here Against My Will/i Know It Looks Like I'm Moving, But I'm Standing Still.