There was this long lovely dancer in a little club downtown, love to watch her do her stuff.

Sometimes you can hear them talk, other times you can't. All the same old cliches, is that a woman or a man?

And just about the time I feel like screaming and finding me a wall to punch right through, I look up and I just can't help smiling, it's you.

It's the age of reason for the anarchist.

Mediocrity's easy, the good things take time, the great need commitment.

I want to be sure I can deliver what people expect to hear. I just don't know if I can physically do it. Or if I should.

Stood alone on a mountain top, starin' out at the Great Divide. I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide. Just then I saw a young hawk flyin' and my soul began to rise.