I don’t know where the difference is.
I don’t know any differences
But surfaces on silver,
And no matter how they turn
The currencies all spend the same.
I don’t know where the feeling ends.
I don’t know any feelings though
But what I make them out of,
And I recognize it takes
The better man to give them names.
I don’t know where to be today.
I don’t know anyone to be
But images of others,
And the likeness that I play
The picture never fits the frame.