Too Much Of Nothing, It

The Land Created Me. I'm Wild And Lonesome. Even As I Travel The Cities, I'm More At Home In The Vacant Lots.

People Call You This Or That. But I Can't Respond Because Then It Seems Like I'm Defensive, You Know, What Does It Matter, Really?

How Can The Life Of Such A Man Be In The Palm Of Some Fools Hand?

There's Beauty In The Silver Singing River There's Beauty In The Sunrise In The Sky But None Of These And Nothing Else Can Match The Beauty That I Remember In My True Love's Eyes

Nobody Has Ever Taught You How To Live On The Street.