There were incidents and accidents There were hints and allegations... - Paul Simon

A young girl in a parkin' lot was preaching to a crowd
Singing sacred songs and reading from the Bible
Well, I told her I was lost and she told all about the Pentecost
And I seen that girl as the road to my survival...
Even now that sweet memory lingers

Now I sit by my window and I watch the cars I fear I’ll do some damage One fine day But I would not be convicted By a jury of my peers Still crazy Still crazy Still crazy after all these years.

Moves like a fist through traffic,
Anger and no-one can kill it,
Shoves a little bump to the momentum,
It's just a little lump but you feel it
In the creases and the shadows,
With a rattling deep emotion.
The cool, cool river
Sweeps the wild, wide ocean.