Should have been more careful I’m really in a jam Got more than I can handle I’m a desperate man Should have tread more lightly

Always racing in the fast lane My life stuck in overdrive Always looking for the next big fix When will this need be satisfied Why

Good as gold in a miner’s hand Quick as silver in a banker’s hand Poke face cold as ice Say a prayer, roll the dice

No heat will rise from the valley this winter morning Mist and smoke hang like a fog of a dream, slow to leave A consciousness

Night falls again, welcome my friend So good to have this time to spend Looking back on the day, memories made Not much has changed

Near the line Will Penn madeThere’s a homestead from the olden daysThe springhouse has fallen downBut the water still flows from the ground Stillwaters, been

Rising from your reverie It’s a rather rude awakening When you realize the dream is not for you But for the chosen few In a

Use to fear so many things Mean dogs rusty chains Tornados, tiny towns Bearded ladies, carnival clowns Was a time used to dread UFOs and

When I’m down, she comes up in conversations It gets around about our friends and relations There was a time I was the one She

She Rolled off the line in ‘59 Smelling new and looking fine Big white walls shining bright Bound for glory on Saturday night She was

It’s raining in Chinatown From my window looking down A sea of bobbing black umbrellas Fills the street below It could have been a sunny

The common people into heaven wandered The tribe of Lenape built a life beside her Years of plenty, peaceful days Until the coming of the sunset on