Truth Doesn't Run On Time

He Was In His Chair In The Corner, Resting A Second Before He Came Out For The Next Round -- In A Long Line Of Next Rounds. The Thing He Was Fighting, You Couldn't Whip It For Good. All You Could Do Was Keep On Whipping It, Till You Couldn't Come Out Anymore And Somebody Else Had To Take Your Place.

It Is Bad To Suppress Laughter. It Goes Back Down To Your Hips. Man, When You Lose Your Laugh You Lose Your Footing.

You're Making Sense, Old Man, A Sense Of Your Own. You're Not Crazy The Way They Think. Yes...i See.

A Sound Of Cornered-animal Fear And Hate And Surrender And Defiance . . . Like The Last Sound The Treed And Shot And Falling Animal Makes As The Dogs Get Him, When He Finally Doesn't Care About Anything But Himself And His Dying.

If You've Got Love In Your Heart, Whatever You Do From That Moment Out Is Likely To Be Right. If You've Got That One True Note Ringing Inside You, Then Whatever You Do Is Going To Be Ok.