It's Just That I See

Standing On A Street Corner Waiting For No One Is Power.

But When The Conquered Spirit Breaks Free And Indicates A New Light Who'll Take Care Of The Cats?

It Is A Great Feeling To Know That From A Window I Can Go To Books To Cans Of Beer To Past Loves. And From These Gather Enough Dream To Sneak Out A Back Door.

The Fall Of Man Stands A Lie Before Beethoven, A Truth Before Hitler.

I Feel I Want To Be Wise With White Hair In A Tall Library In A Deep Chair By A Fireplace.