We walk in circles changing plans
we run
If upon my days a golden haze
Full of fire
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
Went to the opera house, someone sang to me
Just
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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