The tide is turning. Its coming from the street. Read your own wisdom. Not the headlines. Don't let them tell you. Its fine the way it is. Its our agenda.
Well, I don't know why it. Makes me cry when I. Think back on the. Things we done. . And I don't know when I'll. Feel again. Like this might be. Worth my while.
Snow on the railroad tracks. Dogs in the moonlight. Stoned out on Kerouac. Tryin' to get it just right. . A phone in a dim lit room. Rings out forever.