...and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.

and nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old

Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.

They spent all week saving pennies and went out Saturdays to spend fifty bucks in three hours.

I ate apple pie and ice cream—it was getting better as I got deeper into Iowa, the pie bigger, the ice cream richer. There were the most beautiful bevies of girls everywhere I looked in Des Moines that afternoon—they were coming home from high school—but I had no time for thoughts like that…So I rushed past the pretty girls, and the prettiest girls in the world live in Des Moines.

What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?

Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.