Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time.
You say love is just a four letter word.
It rubs me the wrong way, a camera... It's a frightening thing...Cameras make ghosts out of people.
In ceremonies of the horsemen, even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Because Dickens and Dostoyevsky and Woody Guthrie were telling their stories much better than I ever could, I decided to stick to my own mind.
Don't get up gentlemen. I'm only passing through!