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Innocence, it don't come easy - in a sense it never will

 Accidents mean no one's guilty, ignorance means someone's killed

 So I asked our Mr. Mellor how one gets to where one's going

 And he points to his survival, and he points me down the road

 As I go on

Wondering if I've got a soul and

Counting down the hours 'til it goes

 On a dark wet night in April, on a street in Jersey where

 I went looking for some writing that I knew would not be there

 And a punter from the Pelhams and the police, in the rain,

 Were concerned more with a car than with the fact the light had changed

 But after listening all morning, as I drove down 95

 To a story of detainees who were barely kept alive

 I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they're doves

 But not with interference from the power lines above

 As I go on

Wondering if I've got a soul and

Counting down the hours 'til it goes

 And oh, precautions, yes precautions

 But if you're playing with a gun, you could kill someone

 And in the dark it's hard to know a friend

 But I'm not angry, I won't be forever angry

 As I'm walking toward tomorrow with a rifle in my hand

 And I'm thinking about New England, and I'm missing old Japan

 And a mountain in California where a spring runs hot and cold

 And if I told you I felt ageless, would you tell me I'm not old?

 As I go on

Wondering if I've got a soul and

Counting down the hours 'till it goes