There was this long lovely dancer in a little club downtown, love to watch her do her stuff.
Unlike a lot of people, I don't need the affirmation or anything.
Radio is so fragmented, it's unbelievable.
One victim lives in tragedy, another victim stops to stare, and still another walks on by pretending not to see
It's the age of reason for the anarchist.
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.