scraps of lyrics not doing much good in a box in the closet

cleaved asunder, besieged and plundered
I have no thought but Hell.
within this close & boundless cell
I linger on the ground.
People pass and quickly yell, “Boy, go on from there.”
To them, I seem adrift in a forest mist, a haze soon dispelled
But this space I’m enthralled to dwell is hewn from solid rock.
as are all who are cloaked in endless thought

Another scrap

I guess I'm fine 'bout the way things worked out
A couple of months more wouldn't have meant a great deal
Iowa's good & it's ever so real
My life could be spent watching wind on a field
But I needed the city around me again.
the tension that's tight & exquisite at once
nickel on an edge or a horn honked too long
10,000 faces each day break o'er mine.

I say babe
I say babe
I say whatever you want me to
I'm a truck w/o brakes coming down off a hill
a ball off a bat or a jab from the champ
All I can say is go out of my way

And then I falter again; I thought you friend
I may have left you in some kind of need
But, honestly, babe, I didn't leave on a whim
Weather & love can turn on a dime and you were turning on me
This love is worth more than a single goodbye
You may never know me & I may never care
A distant response to a simple remark
How in the Hell can it tear us apart
Or do we cherish the glimpses & try til we die

I say babe
I say babe
I say whatever you want me to
I'm a truck w/o brakes coming down off a hill
a ball off a bat or a jab from the champ
All I can say is go out of my way

Oh, darling, look east and give me a hand
I live in a dump w/ the noise from the street
& the stench in the air
& my God, they're raising the rent.
Oh, darling, come East and give me your hand
inside a week you could find us a place
way up & high w/ the sun coming thru
them big old kind of windows
onto hard wooded floors
& people the size I can deal w/ of a morn.