One Day We'll All Find

My Eyes Has Been My Camera Taking Pictures Of The World And My Songs Has Been My Messages That I Tried To Scatter Across The Back Sides And Along The Steps Of The Fire Escapes And On The Window Sills And Through The Dark Halls.

A Song Ain't Nothing But A Conversation Fixed Up To Where You Can Talk It Over And Over Without Getting Tired Of It.

All You Can Write Is What You See.

As I Went Walking That Ribbon Of Highway I Saw Above Me The Endless Skyway I Saw Below Me The Lonesome Valley This Land Was Made For You And Me.

This Machine Kills Fascists.