Sundown, Yellow Moon, I Replay

You Will Find God In The Church Of Your Choice.

I Can't See My Reflection In The Waters, I Can't Speak The Sounds That Show No Pain. I Can't Hear The Echo Of My Footsteps, Or Can't Remember The Sound Of My Own Name.

If There's An Original Thought Out There, I Could Use One Right Now.

There Would Be Brilliant Songs, But, As [bob] Dylan Admitted On The Recent Martin Scorsese Documentary About Him (no Direction Home), The Specific Muse That Inspired "it's Alright Ma" Would Not Return.

Once I Went Into Songwriting, I Figured I Had To - I Couldn't Be A Hellfire Rock 'n' Roller. But I Could Write Hellfire Lyrics.