My Eyes Were Glued On Life And

...most Of The Time We Were Alone And Mixing Up Our Souls Ever More And Ever More Till It Would Be Terribly Hard To Say Good-by.

But Why Think About That When All The Golden Lands Ahead Of You And All Kinds Of Unforseen Events Wait Lurking To Surprise You And Make You Glad You're Alive To See?

Down In Denver, All I Did Was Die.

And The Stars Were Icicles Of Mockery

Don't Touch Me, I'm Full Of Snakes.