The Longer You Live, The Better You

I Been Meek, And Hard Like An Oak, I Seen Pretty People Disappear Like Smoke. Friends Will Arrive, Friends Will Disappear. If You Want Me, Honey Baby, I'll Be Here.

Oh, The Inmates And The Prisoners I Found They Were My Kind And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind But The Jails They Were Too Crowded Institutions Overflowed So They Turned Me Loose To Walk Upon Life's Hurried Tangled Road

Disillusioned Words Like Bullets Bark As Human Gods Aim For Their Mark.

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.

Everything That I'm Saying You Can Say It Just As Good