The kid I was when I first left home Was looking for his freedom and a life of his own But the freedom that he found wasn't quite as sweet When the truth was known I have prayed for America I was made for America I can't let go till she comes around Until the land of the free Is awake and can see And until her conscience has been found.

Let the music keep our spirits high, let the buildings keep our children dry, let creation reveal its secrets by and bye.

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels. Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields.

Like, What is the least often heard sentence in the English language? That would be: Say, isn't that the banjo player's Porsche parked outside?

Talk about celestial bodies.

I'm losing touch with reality and I'm almost out of blow. It's such a fine line, I hate to see it go. Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain.

No matter how fast I run, I can't get away from me.