“and the earth died screaming, while I lay dreaming...”

“Now its raining its pouringthe old man is snoringnow I lay me down to sleepI hear the sirens in the streetall my dreams are made of chromeI have no way to get back homeI’d rather die before I wakelike Marilyn Monroeand throw my dreams out inthe street and therain make ‘em grow”

“the earth is not my home, I'm just passing by”

“Sing me a rainbow. Steal me a dream.”

“It's the same with men as with horses and dogs, nothing wants to die.”

“And the things you can’t remember tell the things you can’t forget that history puts a saint in every dream.”

“when your down on your luck and you've lost all your dreams theres nothing like a campfire and a can of beans”