The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I'm more at home in the vacant lots.

We don't see the people that vice destroys. We just see the glamour of it - everywhere we look, from billboard signs to movies, to newspapers, to magazines. We see the destruction of human life.

Every cause that ever I fought, I fought it full without regret or shame.

One who sings with his tongue on fire, gargles in the rat race choir.

I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.

Ain't no use jiving, ain't no use joking, everything is broken.

Down the street the dogs are barking And the day is getting dark. As the night comes in a-falling, The dogs´ll lose their bark And the silent night will shatter From the sounds inside my mind, For I´m one to many mornings And a thousand miles behind. From the crossroads of my doorstep, My eyes they start to fade, As I turn my head back to the room Where my love and I have laid.