"driving away from the wreck of the day and i'm thinking 'bout calling on Jesus. 'coz love doesn't hurt so i know i'm not falling in love i'm just falling to pieces..."
"2 am and i'm still awake writing a song if i get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to. and i feel like i'm naked in front of a crowd 'coz these words are my diary screaming out loud and i know that you'll use them however you want to"
"armed with this small butterfly net only, i will face the world alone and never be lonely. so calm that wicked wind, and if you go, you could be gone forever. i will play awhile here by and by and by and by"
"though i'd like to look down at the earth from above, i would miss all the places and people i love, so although i might like it for one afternoon, i don't want to live on the moon."
"sure, i've got pictures of my own of all the people and the places that i've known. here's one i'm carrying your suitcase out of alphabet city."
"i would choose the darkest horse, that's the horse i'd ride. the stables would be shadowy and we'd start the race behind. they'd take their feet and toss their hats and yell out in surprise. you wouldn't need binoculars, you'd see it with your own two eyes."
"will you tell me what you saw and i'll tell you what you missed, when the ocean met the sky. you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye."
"the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in? in your head, in your mouth, in your soul. and maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both grow old. well i don't know. i don't know. i don't know. i hope so."
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