I'm Mortified To Be On The Stage,

Some Times I Think This Whole World Is One Big Prison Yeard Some Of Us Are Prisoners The Rest Of Us Are Guards

When You Cease To Exist, Then Who Will You Blame?

I See The Turning Of The Page, Curtain Rising On A New Age, See The Groom Still Waiting At The Altar.

It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry

Upon Four-legged Forest Clouds The Cowboy Angel Rides