In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright, where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day on the birds and the bees and the cigarette…

After all is said and done, what do I have to show for it? Always projects to be done, will I ever get rid of them? Empty buckets in the hall to catch the rain when it comes in Vintage sofa torn to shreds, the cat's been having fun again…

Happy Birthday, but not too loud Mid-life crisis head into town One foot in the cradle, one foot in the grave I still feel young but I can sense a change There has got to be more than this Crooked lines with straight edges Michael tells…

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