slept all night in the cedar grove, i was born to ramble, born to rove, some men are searchin' for the holy grail, but there ain't nothin' sweeter than ridin' the rails

I danced along a colored wind/ Dangled from a rope of sand

God's away, God's away, God's away on business. Business!

Mostly I straddle reality and the imagination. My reality needs imagination like a bulb needs a socket. My imagination needs reality like a blind man needs a cane.

I guess I've always lived upside down when I want things I can't have.

Oh, I got a beautiful 1959 Cadillac Coupe DeVille four-door. No one will ride in it with me.

All the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes