As He Weeps To Wicked Birds Of

I Dug It, New York City, All-the Streets And The Snows And The Starving And The Five-flight Walkups And Sleeping In Rooms With Ten People. I Dug The Trains And The Shadows, The Way I Dug Ore Mines And Coal Mines. I Just Jumped Right To The Bottom Of New York.

There Are Things I Could Say. But I Don't.

Truth Is An Arrow And The Gate Is Narrow That It Passes Through.

If You Want To Keep Your Memories, You First Have To Live Them.

It's Sundown On The Union And What's Made In The Usa Sure Was A Good Idea 'til Greed Got In The Way.