Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall.

You'll find God in the church of your choice, you'll find Woody Guthrie in the Brooklyn State Hospital.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am.

I'm speaking for all of us. I'm the spokesman for a generation.

The world of research has gone berserk. Too much paper work.

In this age of fiberglass, I'm searching for a gem.