The Last Trip To Tulsa

Well, I used to drive a cab, you know; [then] I heard a siren scream: pulled over to the corner, and I fell into a dream. There were two men eating pennies, and three young girls who cried, “The West coast is falling – I see rocks in the sky!”

I Am A Child

The sky is blue and so is the sea. What is the color, when black is burned?

Soldier

Jesus, I saw you walkin’ on the river; I don’t believe you.
You can’t deliver right away; I wonder why?