Am I learning patience?   Is my spirit restored?   Do I listen to the beggar   Or the woman in the door?   Aces and eights   We cry at the gates   Remembering hate   The wild and the waiting child   Oh, night of nights   Sight of sights      Among the hidden   The rhymes and the stories remain   Spending three years   Alternately blocked and drained   Workers in song   We noticed so long ago   Tarry on   The weary are strong   So strong   Oh, light of lights   Fight of fights      Crime and pain   Love and liberty   Wind, rain, politics, and greed   Her face stained with sorrow   Songwork, chase, beg, and borrow      Write something down   Write it down now   Dylan and Cohen   Van Zandt (Townes)   Cry baby cry   You know more than I   A wink and a sigh   A wink and a sigh