Wise man lookin' in a blade of grassnYoung man lookin' in the shadows that passnPoor man lookin' through painted glassnFat man lookin' in a blade of steelnThin man lookin' at his last mealnHollow man lookin' in a cotton fieldnFor dignitynnDrinkin' man listens to the voice he hearsnIn a crowded room full of covered up mirrorsnLookin' into the lost forgotten yearsnFor dignitynnI went down where the vultures feednI would've got deeper, but there wasn't any neednI heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of mennWasn't any difference to mennSick man lookin' for the doctor's curenLookin' at his hands for the lines that werenAnd into every masterpiece of literaturenBlind man breakin' out of a trancenPuts both his hands in the pockets of chancenHopin' to find one circumstancenOf dignitynnFootprints runnin' cross silver sandnSteps goin' down into tattoo landnI met the sons of darkness and the sons of lightnIn the bordertowns of despairnnGot no place to fade, got no coatnI'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boatnTryin' to read a note somebody wrotenEnglishman stranded in the blackheart windnCombin' his hair back, his future looks thinnBites the bullet and he looks withinnFor dignitynnSomeone showed me a picture and I just laughednDignity never been photographednI went into the red, I went into the blacknInto the valley of dry bone dreamsnnSo many roads, so much at stakenSo many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the lakenSometimes I wonder what it's gonna takenTo find dignity