You Can Have Your Youth It'll Rot

Mona Lisa Must Have Had The Highway Blues; You Can Tell By The Way She Smiles.

Well I'm Living In A Foreign Country But I'm Bound To Cross The Line. Beauty Walks A Razor's Edge...someday I'll Make It Mine.

Well Now What's The Use In Dreamin' You Got Better Things To Do Dreams Never Did Work For Me Anyway Even When They Did Come True

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.

I Believe In You, Even Though I Be Outnumbered.