Utopian Avenue
When I was seventeen, not long after I started to question life’s purpose, I wrote a song called “Utopian Avenue,” about a place where a road exists with people walking and talking.
Where everyone is kind,
Where there is no need for money,
Where there is no need for weapons,
Where there is no need for cold weather jackets,
Where there is no need for raincoats,
Where there is plenty of water.
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