God, I'm Glad I'm Not Me.

I've Never Gone For Having A Great Voice, For Cultivating One. I'm Still Not Doing It Now.

How Many A Year Has Passed And Gone And Many Gamble Has Been Lost And Won, And Many A Road Taken By A Friend And Each One I've Never Seen Again.

You're Going To Die. You're Going To Be Dead. It Could Be 20 Years, It Could Be Tomorrow, Anytime. So Am I. I Mean, We're Just Going To Be Gone. The World's Going To Go On Without Us. All Right, Now. You Do Your Job In The Face Of That, And How Seriously You Take Yourself, You Decide For Yourself.

There Are Degrees Of Happiness. You Go From One To The Other And Then Back Again. It's Hard To Be Completely Happy When Those Around Us Are Suffering And Groaning From Hunger.

Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time.