The Real Power Is In The Hands

If Not For You, Winter Wouldn't Hold No Spring, Couldn't Hear A Robin Sing. I Just Wouldn't Have A Clue, If Not For You.

There Are Many Here Among Us Who Feel That Life Is But A Joke. But You And I, We've Been Through That, And This Is Not Our Fate, So Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.

You Could Listen To Woody Guthrie Songs And Actually Learn How To Live.

In The Dime Stores And Bus Stations, People Talk Of Situations, Read Books, Repeat Quotations, Draw Conclusions On The Wall.

The Ghosts Race Towards The Light, You Can Almost Hear The Heavy Breathing Spirits, All Determined To Get Somewhere. New Orleans, Unlike A Lot Of Places You Go Back To And That Don't Have The Magic Anymore, Still Has Got It. Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. You Can't See It, But You Know It's Here. Somebody's Always Sinking.