The Songs Are My Lexicon. I Believe

Look Out Your Window, And I'll Be Gone. You're The Reason I'm A-traveling On.

Oh, The Inmates And The Prisoners I Found They Were My Kind And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind But The Jails They Were Too Crowded Institutions Overflowed So They Turned Me Loose To Walk Upon Life's Hurried Tangled Road

Everybody's Wearing A Disguise, To Hide What They've Got Left Behind Their Eyes.

I'm More Of An Adventurous Type Than A Relationship Type.

I Am Hanging In The Balance Of A Perfect Finished Plan, Like Every Sparrow Falling, Like Every Grain Of Sand.