We Sit Here Stranded, Though We're All

Come Mothers And Fathers Throughout The Land And Don't Criticize What You Can't Understand Your Sons And Your Daughters Are Beyond Your Command Your Old Road Is Rapidly Agin' Please Get Out Of The New One If You Can't Lend Your Hand For The Times They Are A-changin'.

The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

The Sun's Not Yellow, Its Chicken!

Art Is A Never-ending Dance Of Illusions.

Well, You Always Know Who You Are. I Just Don't Know Who I'm Gonna Become.