"When the pistons keep on turning and the wheels go round and round. And the steel rails are cold and hard and the mountains they go down. Without love, where would you be now."
"And the kids 'round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands. From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world as we take our stand down in jungleland."
"The great song traveler passed through here and he opened my eyes to the view. And I was among those who called him a prophet and I asked him what was true."