Woorden: Idlewild. Post Electric Blues. Younger Than America.

I'm sick of blowing smoke out,
Trying hard to feel doubt,
My book dropped to the ground,
At the part where the frontiers are all pulled down,
But they couldn't and they wouldn't have,
They couldn't and they shouldn't have,
Bu they coul and they would have,


I inherited a nature,
In a language all worn out,
And wallowed by the windows,
In a rambling house at the edge of what I couldn't have,
I couldn't and I shouldn't have,
I could and I should have,

Someday you will find a heaven,
Full of the good and freedom,
Of somewhere younger than America,
Bordering what we could hope to have,

Through the north woods,
East, out of these slow motion town,
Through the willows and the aspens,
You've been weighted down,
Full of what you couldn't have,
You couldn't and you shouldn't have,
You could and you should have,

Someday you will find a heaven,
Full of the good and freedom,
Of somewhere younger than America,
Bordering what we could hope to have,

And from a first edition,
Of 'East of Eden',
You found a version of America,
Bordering what we could hope to have,

Someday you will find a heaven,
Full of the good and freedom,
Of somewhere younger than America,
Bordering what we could hope