The Only Sound That's Left After The

I Think A Poet Is Anybody Who Wouldn't Call Himself A Poet.

Sold My Guitar To The Baker's Son For A Few Crumbs And A Place To Hide.

They Say Everything Can Be Replaced, Yet Every Distance Is Not Near. So I Remember Every Face Of Every Man Who Put Me Here. I See My Light Come Shining From The West Unto The East. Any Day Now, Any Day Now, I Shall Be Released.

Happiness Is Not On My List Of Priorities. I Just Deal With Day-to-day Things. If I'm Happy, I'm Happy – And If I'm Not, I Don't Know The Difference... Knowing That You Are The Person You Were Put On This Earth To Be – That's Much More Important Than Just Being Happy.

Jewels And Binoculars Hang From The Head Of The Mule.