Somewhere Along The Line, The

This Was A Manuscript Of The Night We Couldn’t Read.

I Was Suddenly Left With Nothing In My Hands But A Handful Of Crazy Stars.

I'm Not A Beatnik. I'm A Catholic.

...and Performing Our One And Noble Function Of The Time, Move.

As We Crossed The Colorado-utah Border I Saw God In The Sky In The Form Of Huge Gold Sunburning Clouds Above The Desert That Seemed To Point A Finger At Me And Say, "pass Here And Go On, You're On The Road To Heaven.