i closed the door and stepped into the citynthe city stepped right back to menthere's cracks on every sidewalk of this citynlike licking lips to swallow mennthis is a sea of cars on the roadnlined up like bottles, shook up, ready to explodenwith feathers and string and wax I made wingsni climbed up a building, crossed my heart, and took a leapnnone single voice makes a deafening soundnyou can be anything this time aroundnni flew across the sea and to an islandni wrestled down an old king kongni rescued maidens captive on that islandnhero in a uniformnnmy conscience was clean and taking controlna model american just doing what he's toldnand dusty old crates, and my father's tapesnbut timothy leary said the words which led the waynni won't go quietly this time around