Your Old Road Is Rapidly Aging. Please

Well, I Sing By Night, Wander By Day. I'm On The Road And It Looks Like I'm Here To Stay.

I'm Mortified To Be On The Stage, But Then Again, It's The Only Place Where I'm Happy.

We Have Never Arrived. We Are In A Constant State Of Becoming.

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

But I Would Not Feel So All Alone, Everybody Must Get Stoned.