She Takes Your Voice And Leaves You

There's Eyes Behind The Mirrors In Empty Places.

I Felt Like I Might As Well Have Been Living In Another Part Of The Solar System.

Mama, Put My Guns In The Ground, I Can't Shoot Them Anymore. That Long Black Cloud Is Coming Down.

It Was [meeting With Nicolas Sarkozy] Like Looking At My Mirror Image.

I'd Been Going Though His Trash. He Knocked Me Down. I Was Glad To See Him, Even Though He Was Banging My Head Against The Sidewalk. Afterwards These Bums Come Over And Say, 'did He Get Much Money?' I Say, 'money'? That Was Bob Dylan.