Quotes on Bygone Days

When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn So many I loved were not yet dead, So many I love were not yet born.

I was lingering out on the pavement. There was a missing person inside of myself and I needed to find him . . . I felt done for, an empty burned-out wreck . . . Wherever I am, I'm a '60s troubadour, a folk-rock relic, a wordsmith from bygone days, a fictitious head of state from a place nobody knows.