The reality is that we do not wash our own laundry - it just gets dirtier.
I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday.
It's amazing. It's incredible. But, I feel like a criminal 'cause I don't take money.
You know what they say, don't you? If you love a man's garden, you gotta love the man!
On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?
People hurt the ones they love. That's how it is all around the world.