All The Ideas In Your Head
You Better Run With Them Fast
There-‘s No Point In Living
If You Living Deep In The Past
Throw Yourself Far From
The Clown That You Have Cast
The Highway Stands Naked
Against The Roman Roads And There Pleasure Domes
And All Your Commissioned Poets
Have Read Well, But Have Died In All There Poems
And All You Brother-‘s And Sisters
Have Already All Took There Places At The Old Peoples Homes
But Now Forget Yourself And Start A New
Hope You Find A Safe Place And That You Live Well
But There-‘s A Part Of Me
That Makes Me Glad That You Fell
If I Don-‘t See You Again In This Life
Maybe I-‘ll See You In The Next Only Time Will Tell