“Saw your face,
My hand you took
Just like in a story book,
And you got me
Yeah, you‘ve got me”

“You've got your ball,
You've got your chain.
Tied to me tight, tie me up again.
Who's got their claws
In you my friend?
Into your heart, I'll beat again.
Sweet like candy to my soul,
Sweet you rock
And sweet you roll.
Lost for you, I'm so lost for you.”

“You don’t know what a trial it is to be —like me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.”

“When life hands you a lemon, say "Oh yeah, I like lemons. What else you got?”

“Won't you look down upon me, Jesus,
You've got to help me make a stand.
You've just got to see me through another day.
My body's aching and my time is at hand
And I won't make it any other way.”

“You're staring at me," Simon said. "Why are you staring at me? Have I got something on my face?”

“What you saw was what you got. There was no difference from me on stage and me sitting here talking to you.”

“I took a punch at one of the rosebushes. It got its revenge by stabbing me in the hand.”

“Is it him?” Dad asked. “Did he get you into trouble?”
“Not me,” Shane said. “I’ve just got that kind of face.”

“In the desert of my dreams I saw you there;
And I'm walking towards the water steaming body cold and bare.
But your words cut loose the fire and you left my soul to bleed.
And the pain that's in your truth's deceiving me, has got me scared.
Oh why?”