This begging life keeps
On dragging me down
I’m sick of small change
I’m sick of this town

Gotta find a new way
To make things right
Gotta write my own story;
It begins tonight.

Black Joan

I hear my train a-comin
Black wheels like thunder rollin’
Won’t you help me pack my bags?
I’m leavin’ and I’m not comin’ back.

Dissatisfaction
Plagued me all along
But I never felt my lack
Till I heard your song.