Sometimes It's Not Enough To Know What

Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams Where The Time And The Tempo Fly And There's No Exit In Any Direction 'cept The One That You Can't See With Your Eyes

Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow

In The Dime Stores And Bus Stations, People Talk Of Situations, Read Books, Repeat Quotations, Draw Conclusions On The Wall.

People Don't Live Or Die, People Just Float.

I Dug It, New York City, All-the Streets And The Snows And The Starving And The Five-flight Walkups And Sleeping In Rooms With Ten People. I Dug The Trains And The Shadows, The Way I Dug Ore Mines And Coal Mines. I Just Jumped Right To The Bottom Of New York.