Don't Say It...i've Seen Too

All That Five Thousand Kids Lived In Those Five Thousand Houses, Owned By Guys That Got Off The Train. The Houses Looked So Much Alike That, Time And Time Again, The Kids Went Home By Mistake To Different Houses And Different Families. Nobody Ever Noticed.

The Haight Is Just A Place; The '60s Was A Spirit.

I Listened To Them Fade Away Till All I Could Hear Was My Memory Of The Sound.

You Seem To Forget, Miss Flinn, That This Is An Institution For The Insane.

But I Tried, Didn't I? Goddamnit, At Least I Did That.