Most of the time, I'm here in Michigan and I'm taking out the garbage every Monday.
Unlike a lot of people, I don't need the affirmation or anything.
There was this long lovely dancer in a little club downtown, love to watch her do her stuff.
It's a rite of passage for the everyman, to a higher ground.
It's the age of reason for the anarchist.
To a brighter light, to a promised land, you can feel the power, of the master's hand.