When I Was Younger, I Was Somewhat

I Drug Your Ghost Across The Country, And We Plotted Out My Death. Every City And Memory We Whispered "here Is Where You Rest." Well I Was Determined In Chicago But I Dug My Teeth Into My Knees And I Settled For A Telephone, Sang Into Your Machine: "you Are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine.

I Drink To Stay Warm, And To Kill Selected Memories

And The Sad Act Like Lepers They Stick To The Shadows They Long To Ring Bells Of Warning To Tell Of Their Coming So That The Pure Can Shut Their Doors.

I Have Many Friends Who Are Both Mexican And Mexican-american And Others Who, I Guess You Would Say, Are Somewhere In Between. The Ironic Thing Is That All Three Of Those Categories Often Exist Inside Of The Same Family.

Well Morning Came, And It Dressed The Sky In A Lovely Yellow Gown. Shopping Malls Are Opening In That Narrow Hallway Of Downtown, Filled With People Who Are Shopping For Their Lovers And Their Friends, Singing "i Won't Ever Be Lonely Again