Up the Hudson Valley across New York State to Chicago
Settling down with warm-glow woodstove and kerosene
peace you're looking for,
This river of road,
It don't flow like it used to.
But
There is no need to say another word
It will be
Only interested in the sad music
The voice of Willamine
She makes
Woke up in a west that’s wild,
Woke up in a
Anyone caught speaking Esperanto
Is thought crazy or headed for jail
There's
Walked the sidewalks of San Francisco.
Spent the night in a
With the motion of a bird with a broken wing
No
Along for the ride or just watching the time
The spirit
Fool King's Crown gets passed around,
Everybody wants to have it.
Fool
Who do you know?
Who do you trust?
Who keeps you sane?
Who
Say you do
Say you don't
Say you will
Say you won't
Believe in
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