Don't Use The Phone. People Are Never

It Was A Rainy Night. It Was The Myth Of The Rainy Night.

My Shoes Are Clean From Walking In The Rain.

They Have Worries, They're Counting The Miles, They're Thinking About Where To Sleep Tonight, How Much Money For Gas, The Weather, How They'll Get There - And All The Time They'll Get There Anyway, You See.

Whither Goest Thou, America, In Thy Shiny Car In The Night?

Man Lowers His Head And Lunges Into Civilization, Forgetting The Days Of His Infancy When He Sought Truth In A Snowflake Or A Stick. Man Forgets The Wisdom Of The Child.