where in hell can you go far from the things that you know far from the sprawl of concrete that keeps crawling its way about 1,000 miles a day?

who do you believe? who will you listen to who will it be? it's high time that you decide in your own mind

take one last look behind commit this to memory and mind don't miss this wasteland, this terrible place when you leave keep your heart off your sleeve

they told you life is hard it's misery from the start it's dull and slow and painful I tell you life is sweet in spite of the misery there's so much more be gr…

I hied me off to Arcady- The month it was the month of May, And all along the pleasant way, The morning birds were mad with glee, And all the flowers sprang up…

Where the remote Bermudas ride, In th' ocean's bosom unespied.

Here's to the day when it is May And care as light as a feather, When your little shoes and my big boots Go tramping over the heather.