I walked from New York and back from L.A. I lived on a mountain and once by the bay I bought an apartment and slept in the hay but there's no place that's softer than (your arms) living today is just getting so bad there's a look on your face and it says"you've been had!" you can take all my money but don't make me mad cause there's nobody meaner than (me) I prayed to Buddha, to Allah, and Jim. I turned to Jesus and stayed there with him I fell in deep but I learned how to swim now there's no one who's cleaner than me or than him