How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?

I speak of a clinical depression that is the background of your entire life, a background of anguish and anxiety, a sense that nothing goes well, that pleasure is unavailable and all your strategies collapse.

Silence And a deeper silence When the crickets Hesitate

We are awakening from the dream of isolation, from the dream of loneliness, and it's a terrible shock.

All the lousy little poets coming around trying to sound like Charles Manson.

It's coming to America first, The cradle of the best and of the worst. It's here they got the range And the machinery for change And it's here they got the spiritual thirst. It's here the family's broken And it's here the lonely say That the heart has got to open In a fundamental way: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. O mighty Ship of State! To the Shores of Need Past the Reefs of Greed Through the Squalls of Hate Sail on, sail on.

It's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.