So I Cut Off My Hair And

There's Not Even Room Enough To Be Anywhere/it's Not Dark Yet, But It's Getting There.../i Was Born Here And I'll Die Here Against My Will/i Know It Looks Like I'm Moving, But I'm Standing Still.

Good And Bad, I Define These Terms, Quite Clear, No Doubt, Somehow.

I Never Could Guess Your Weight, Baby.

Let Me Drink From The Waters Where The Mountain Streams Flood Let The Smell Of Wildflowers Flow Free Through My Blood Let Me Sleep In Your Meadows With The Green Grassy Leaves Let Me Walk Down The Highway With My Brother In Peace Let Me Die In My Footsteps Before I Go Down Under The Ground.

Some People Seem To Fade Away But Then When They Are Truly Gone, It's Like They Didn't Fade Away At All.