Standing On A Street Corner Waiting For

I Remember The People I Knew In Prison; I Was Very Fortunate To Know Them - They Came From 1910, 1920, 1930.

I Just Trust People And They Sense Everything's Gonna Be Alright.

The Fall Of Man Stands A Lie Before Beethoven, A Truth Before Hitler.

I Feel I Want To Be Wise With White Hair In A Tall Library In A Deep Chair By A Fireplace.

It Is A Great Feeling To Know That From A Window I Can Go To Books To Cans Of Beer To Past Loves. And From These Gather Enough Dream To Sneak Out A Back Door.