Chaos Is A Friend Of Mine.

I Was Lingering Out On The Pavement. There Was A Missing Person Inside Of Myself And I Needed To Find Him . . . I Felt Done For, An Empty Burned-out Wreck . . . Wherever I Am, I'm A '60s Troubadour, A Folk-rock Relic, A Wordsmith From Bygone Days, A Fictitious Head Of State From A Place Nobody Knows.

The Good Samaritan, He's Getting Dressed, He's Getting Ready For The Show. He's Going To The Carnival Tonight On Desolation Row.

Michelangelo Indeed Could Have Carved Out Your Features.

Let The Dead Bury The Dead, Your Time Will Come.

Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window? Use Your Arms And Your Legs, It Won't Ruin You