Lyrics that live rent-free in my head

Sometimes it's a bitch sometimes it's a breeze.

Sweet dreams are made of this. I travel the world and the seven seas. Everybody is looking for something.

You can talk to me.

A wound gets worse if it's treated with neglect.

Every day is a winding road.

I get a little bit closer to feeling fine.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down.

Here comes the rain again.

Raining in my head like a tragedy.

Tearing me apart.

Is it raining with you?

Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand, maybe I'll be there to share the land.