As the pilgrimage of life goes on, other temptations crop up to distract and subvert the voyager. The temptations of the desert become, in America, the allurements of society.
I see you in my martini, laffin' at me,
Hidin' in the olive, laffin' at me.
I take you to my lips and swish you 'roun'
Then you holler, please, don't drink me down!
You're laffin', laffin', laffin', laffin', at me.
Another temptation replaces the first in "Love Eyes:"
Hey love eyes! I mean you,
You in them levis.
You've been eyeing me since you walked in.
Your glances speed my heart and heat my skin.
Yeah, love eyes!
The quests, of course, are not yet finished; the American suspended in mid-twentieth century is still in the middle of his voyage, and his lyrics show this. The Rock 'n' Rollers are the troubadors of transition, and it is unfair to expect them to give us the final beatific vision.