Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.

Take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.

How can you laugh when your mother's hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?

I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.

Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.

He's watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.

Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there.