Forget The Dead You've Left,

In The Dime Stores And Bus Stations, People Talk Of Situations, Read Books, Repeat Quotations, Draw Conclusions On The Wall.

You Say You're Looking For Someone Who'll Pick You Up Each Time You Fall, To Gather Flowers Constantly And To Come Each Time You Call, A Lover Your Life And Nothing More. But It Ain't Me, Babe.

Well I'm Living In A Foreign Country But I'm Bound To Cross The Line. Beauty Walks A Razor's Edge...someday I'll Make It Mine.

The Confessional Singer-songwriter Movement Of The 1970s Was In Full Swing, And Bob Dylan's Emotional Album [ Blood On The Tracks] Resonated With The Times. There Would Be Other Hits, But Never The Same Alchemy Of Emotion And Time.

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."