Oh, oh, oh brother totem pole. I saw your legends lined up. And I never felt more natural. Apart, I just came apart. . Please, please, please sister Socrates.
You saw my face fall. Into a well-worn groove. A child starts playing a role. And ends up type-cast in every movie. . I took cold comfort in your touch.
When I spend too much time alone, I get afraid. Afraid that you're gonna leave me breathing. Afraid of what they'd throw in the way. In the way of something simple like leaving.
The love cry of the traveling man goes. No one knows who I am. But I'm as priceless as a brass ring. That's losing the heat from your hand. . A quiet man sits quietly, learning his lesson.
I never had a lot to bring to the party. But a self-importance far beyond vanity. And a manic depression that just wouldn't go away. Like Peckinpah with a bouquet of poison ivy.