Rocks Are Space, And Space Is Illusion.

I Clearly Saw The Skeleton Underneath All This Show Of Personality What Is Left Of A Man And All His Pride But Bones?

...but I Preferred Reading The American Landscape As We Went Along. Every Bump, Rise, And Stretch In It Mystified My Longing.

We All Agree It's Too Big To Keep Up With, That We're Surrounded By Life, That We'll Never Understand It, So We Center It All In By Swigging Scotch From The Bottle And When It's Empty I Run Out Of The Car And Buy Another One, Period.

We Turned At A Dozen Paces, For Love Is A Duel, And Looked At Each Other For The Last Time.

Here I Was At The End Of America...no More Land...and Nowhere Was Nowhere To Go But Back