How Many Years Can Some People Exist

When I Was Growing Up - Say In The Fifties - The Thirties To Me Didn't Even Exist. I Couldn't Even Imagine Them In Any Kind Of Way, So I Don't Expect Anyone Growing Up Now Is Gonna Even Understand What The Sixties Were All About, Anymore Than I Could The Thirties Or Twenties.

Some Are Masters Of Illusions, Some Are Ministers Of Trade, All Under The Same Delusion, All Their Beds Unmade.

In This Ocean Of Hours I'm All The Time Drinking.

I Had Ambitions To Set Out And Find, Like An Odyssey Or Going Home Somewhere, Set Out To Find This Home That I'd Left A While Back And Couldn't Remember Exactly Where It Was, But I Was On My Way There. And Encountering What I Encountered On The Way Was How I Envisioned It All. I Didn't Really Have Any Ambition At All. I Was Born Very Far From Where I'm Supposed To Be, And So, I'm On My Way Home, You Know?

God Is In Heaven, And We All Want What's His. But Power And Greed And Corruptible Seed Seem To Be All That There Is.