or: Heard It on the Highway, no. 3 Well, I heard it on the highway, coming through from way beyond It was so unmistakably true, I had to...

Yourself, myself / Himself, herself / Ourself, reading books from the shelf / How many words can you force a rhyme with elf?

All my friends are in the joint, and I’m the only one of the old gang out on the street.

I’m schizophrenic, and so am I.

Sticks and stones, they break my bones / But condescension kills me.

You know your act is failing when you tumble into the audience, nobody catches you, and you fall flat on your face.

Now that you know just what it was, do you still love me just because?

It’s not a game of kiss and tell.

Turn off the light, haul yourself to bed / Better kill those images dancing in your head.

You know it’s so hard to find good honest rock’n’roll on the radio these days / From the old craze to the next phase.

Scenes from an imaginary Midwestern roadhouse.

after I said I wouldn’t do it, I went ahead and did it anyway

All roads lead to the shore points.

I will be waiting in vain / After all that you did I must be insane / But I, I’ll still be waiting there for you.

Watch the tramcar please / Wa-wa-watch the tramcar please.

Science fiction or science fact / Fantasy, reality, paired back to back.

The way all the roads lead once breaking through the walls, the only direction when the voice of freedom calls.

Spellbound through the pines, where the sun rarely shines ... Read between the lines, what’s yours and what is mine.

Sunday morning in G-d’s square mile, trying to think of something worthwhile.

Looking down on the land of oppression / from my vantage point in the land of dreams.