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.

I don’t know, I don’t wanna know, and I don’t care.

You’re a thorn in my side, you’re just sand in my eyes / Don’t talk to me.

She was late. I hate to wait. She’s never usually like this.

The angry young man is on the loose again You thought you saw the last of him but he’s far from his end They put him away for awhile but...

This ain’t just any old highway, this is the blues turnpike.

Avenue X, where all the X's end up.

Where do I start? I have so much to say / Where do I start? I need to find the way.