Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams Where

I Dug It, New York City, All-the Streets And The Snows And The Starving And The Five-flight Walkups And Sleeping In Rooms With Ten People. I Dug The Trains And The Shadows, The Way I Dug Ore Mines And Coal Mines. I Just Jumped Right To The Bottom Of New York.

Without Freedom Of Speech, I Might Be In The Swamp

Whenever Anybody Does Something In A Big Way, It's Always Rejected At Home And Accepted Someplace Else.

You Just Have To Keep Going To Find That Thing That Lets You In The Door. Sometimes In Life When That Day Comes And You're Given The Key, You Throw It Away.

Done Laid Around, Done Stayed Around This Old Town Too Long And It Seems Like I've Got To Travel On