We walk in circles changing plans
we run
If upon my days a golden haze
Full of fire
turn around in another direction
see what you can find
somebody tell me where gordie went
he's way down south
Sitting on a stairwell on the Upper East Side
Gentleman Jim,
with a heart open for those known to
Steps out of the home, waking up
nearby they're lining
Can you say that your life is over
crying out
If I had the wings and could fly away
for
don't go walking alone, don't go out at night
won't
Hangin' down at the crossroads, trying to get a deal
the mental war
segregation
still creates in me
isolation
In a coffee shop landlocked poets of the
world alone
Peace of mind came slowly, 'til the rain came.
And
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