What's your favorite lyric from a song?

Amelia Curran? I'm writing that down. Yes, I'm crazy about rhyme schemes and metrical language. Can't wait to check her out.

Don

"Your mind is on vacation, but your mouth is working overtime!"
The great Mose Allison

"And the blood of his music runs through the veins of our guitars"...

But there's a banjo moon in a tie-dyed sky
Hippies dance and babies cry
Church bells ring as a silver-haired angel look down
And the blood of his music runs through the veins of our guitars
Bright Lights, Dark Star

from Patchwork Quilt written by Warren Haynes about Jerry Garcia
- the whole song is outstanding.

I've recently grown fond of this one, "For The Love of Him" by Bobbi Martin, but I'm not sure that my wife is ready to "make me her reason for living":

When he opens the door
Says I'm home
Beware of the look in his eyes
They tell you the mood he's in
What kind of day it's been

For the love of him
Make him your reason for living
Give all the love you can give him
All the love you can

There be times when he won't say a word
And you wonder if there's something you said
The gentle touch of your hand
Tells him you understand

For the love of him
Make him your reason for living
Give all the love you can give him
All the love you can

Little things he forgets to do
Have you told him today I love you
When he reaches out be there
Show him that someone cares
He's a man and a man has to try
Let him run, let him fall, let him cry
His world won't fall apart
If you take him into your arms

For the love of him
Make him your reason for living
Give all the love you can give him
All the love you can

For the love of him
Make him your reason for living
Give all the love you can give him
All the love you can

For the love of him
Make him your reason for living
Give all the love you can give him
All the love you can

"In a morning from a Bogart movie, in a country were they turned back time, you go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun with a silk dress running like a watercolor in the rain..."

Al Stewart, "Year of the Cat"