We work our jobs, collect our pay, believe were gliding down the highway, when in fact we're slip sliding away.

People talking without speaking,/ People listening without hearing...Sounds of Silence.

Breakdowns come, and breakdowns go.

I want to rid my heart of envy, and cleanse my soul of rage before I'm through.

If you'll be my body guard, I can be your long lost pal.

Somewhere in a burst of glory / Sound becomes a song.

The thought that life could be better is woven indelibly into our hearts and our brains.

Life I love you, all is groovy.

Faith is an island in the setting sun, But proof is the bottom line for everyone.

We've survived by believing our life is going to get better.

No one dare disturb the sound of silence...

And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.

Nor is it strange That after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same

One man's ceiling is another man's floor.

When I look back at all the crap I learned in high school, it's a wonder I can think at all.

Why am I so soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard?

All lies and jests, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

It's actually very difficult to make something both simple and good.

You know, life is what you make of it- so beautiful or so what.