To me, she is the universe.

The end of the trip / All the way from New Jersey to California.

What sort of universal truth do I seek in these desert sands / What sort of private epiphany will I find?

And the road keeps on going and the beast keeps on rolling / Until I’m up and over the Great Divide.

Not the usual “Shabbos” that I don’t roll for / But still an opportunity to loosen my load.

I’ll sing my blues ‘cuz I’ll have paid my dues / So let me say, amen.

Strange things are happening / As I head deeper west.

Arise, and cross this land / Its whole length surveyed, its whole breadth spanned.

Halleluyah, a psalm to be sung and played / Halleluhu, with all the music to be made.

Jewish soldiers have fought and died in every US war, from the Revolution all the way to Afghanistan.

Changes of behavior / drive me up the wall.

Woe unto them that that change darkness into light, and light into darkness.

There’s another whole world between the power chords and the beat.

She was the most disturbing thing that ever happened to me / I was barely 18 and she was pushing 43.

Do The Riff ‘cuz that’s the way to your soul.

They ain’t what they used to be / And when they’re getting on my case / Lord, they got the best of me.

And all it really is / Nothing but chicken fat.

Well I didn’t bring you here ‘cause I wanted to kill you / And it isn’t my fault that a good time doesn’t thrill you.

I’m alive, I’m here, what more is there to say?

i.e., Jersey guy in LA, in Jersey.