Am I learning patience? Is my spirit restored? Do I listen to the beggar Or the woman in the door? Aces and eights We cry at the gates Remembering hate The wild and the waiting child Night of nights Sight of sights Among the hidden The rhymes and the stories remained Spending three years Alternately blocked and drained Workers in song We noticed so long ago Tarry on The weary are strong So strong Light of lights Fight of fights Crime and pain Life and liberty Wind, rain Politics and greed Her face stained with sorrow Songwork chase, steal and borrow Write something down Write it down now Dylan and Cohen Van Zandt Cry baby cry You know more than I A wink and a sigh A wink and a sigh