I'm Not A Folk-singer. I Just Sing

Well, I Sing By Night, Wander By Day. I'm On The Road And It Looks Like I'm Here To Stay.

I Need All Kinds Of Songs - Fast Ones, Slow Ones, Minor Key, Ballads, Rumbas - And They All Get Juggled Around During A Live Show. I've Been Trying For Years To Come Up With Songs That Have The Feeling Of A Shakespearean Drama, So I'm Always Starting With That.

Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. Around Any Corner, There's A Promise Of Something Daring And Ideal And Things Are Just Getting Going. There's Something Obscenely Joyful Behind Every Door, Either That Or Somebody Crying With Their Head In In Their Hands. A Lazy Rhythm Looms In The Dreamy Air And The Atmosphere Pulsates With Bygone Duels, Past-life Romance, Comrades Requesting Comrades To Aid Them In Some Way. You Can't See It, But You Know It's There

All That Foreign Oil Controlling American Soil.

Take Me On A Trip Upon Your Magic Swirling Ship.