Don't Use The Phone. People Are Never

On Soft Spring Nights I'll Stand In The Yard Under The Stars - Something Good Will Come Out Of All Things Yet - And It Will Be Golden And Eternal Just Like That - There's No Need To Say Another Word.

It Was All Completely Serious, All Completely Hallucinated, All Completely Happy.

And The Stars Were Icicles Of Mockery

Down In Denver, All I Did Was Die.

We Fumed And Screamed In Our Mountain Nook, Mad Drunken Americans In The Mighty Land. We Were On The Roof Of America And All We Could Do Was Yell, I Guess - Across The Night.