We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we've come. And peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out for love on the run.

Do you remember the church across the sands? You stood outside and planned to travel the lands, where the pilgrims go. So you packed your world up inside a canvas sack, set off down the highway with your rings and Kerouac. Someone said they saw you in Nepal a long time back. Tell me why you look away, don't you have a word to say?

She doesn't give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.

The literati in their cellarsPerform semantic tarantellas.I wish I did it half as well as them.

The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.

There's room in the world for one historical folk-rock singer to make a decent living, and I happen to be it.

You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.