If You Told The Truth, That Was

I'm A Liberal To A Degree, I Want Everybody To Be Free. But If You Think That I'll Let Barry Goldwater Move In Next Door.

I Was Lingering Out On The Pavement. There Was A Missing Person Inside Of Myself And I Needed To Find Him . . . I Felt Done For, An Empty Burned-out Wreck . . . Wherever I Am, I'm A '60s Troubadour, A Folk-rock Relic, A Wordsmith From Bygone Days, A Fictitious Head Of State From A Place Nobody Knows.

Forget The Dead You've Left, They Will Not Follow You.

The Dirt Of Gossip Blows Into My Face And The Dust Rumors Cover Me. But If The Arrow Is Straight And The Point Is Slick, It Can Pierce Through Dust No Matter How Thick.

And I'll Stand On The Ocean Until I Start Sinking.