Maybe When I Get In The Grave,

Death Is Nothing, Brother, It's Life That's Hard

Knowledge Without Follow-through Is Worse Than No Knowledge.

And The Color In My Eyes Has Gone Back Into The Sea.

I Went Over To See Marina Two Or Three Or Four Times A Week. I Knew As Long As I Could See The Girl I Would Be All Right…. Soon After, I Got A Letter From Fay. She And The Child Were Living In A Hippie Commune In New Mexico. It Was A Nice Place, She Said. Marina Would Be Able To Breathe There. She Enclosed A Little Drawing The Girl Had Made For Me.

I Am For The Small Man Who Has Not Forgotten, For The Man Who Loves His Beer And His Women And His Sunlight