No but that ain’t yer game, it ain’t even yer race. You can’t hear yer name, you can’t see yer face. You gotta look some other place. And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin’. Where do you look for this lamp that’s a-burnin’. Where do you look for this oil well gushin’. Where do you look for this candle that’s glowin’. Where do you look for this hope that you know is there. And out there somewhere. And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads. Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows. Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways. You can touch and twist. And turn two kinds of doorknobs. You can either go to the church of your choice. Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital. You’ll find God in the church of your choice. You’ll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital.