With a nickel in the pocket

With a tune on the tongue

You can go down walking

Run away flying

to where the stars are hung

With the left boot on the left foot

The right worn on the right

You can plant your steps

like seeds, from the kiss

Of morning ‘til the dawn of night

When the shadows fall and the old ghosts

call you up to give your tears

When your hands are empty

Your dreams are bare

Cold whistles whistle there

You gotta take the past from off your back

Pack up the days to come

Where the sun is blonde

The sky’s blue eyes

There’s music dancin’ on the tongue

Y’see I’ve watched my friends all turn

like leaves in the autumn breeze

And I’ve watched the lovers

fade like rainbow colours

When that arc dries and leaves

But I pull my cap onto my head

and I turn my head around

And break from the sad

deserted days

For where the air of spring in found

Now my blood is a mountain bird

I feel it rise and soar away

And my feet are winged

All the world is mine

As I walk a soft kiss of wind and say":

There’s nothing that won’t drift your way, no

Nothing the days won’t bring

And you can say I’m crazy

You can say I’m lost

but better, blame the air of spring

Yeah, you can say I’m crazy

You can say I’m lost

but better, blame the air of spring

1981

The Green Album