Well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness. A baby cries hard in an apartment complex, as I pass in a car buried under the influence. The city's driving me out of my mind. I've seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity. He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity. Next time he will not aim so high. Yeah, next time, neither will I. Now a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges. Her family's reduced to names on a shopping list. While, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix. He knows there's worse things than being alone. And so I've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger. I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender? An ambition, I've found, can lead only to failure. I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you. Well I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well. And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help. With all these wishes I make, I should buy something real, at least a telephone call home. Well, my teachers, they built this retaining wall of memory, all those multiple choices I answered so quickly. And got my grades back and forgot just as easily, but as least I got an A. And so I don't have them to blame. Well I should stop pointing fingers; reserve my judgment of all those public action figures, the cowboy presidents. So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can't admit when they've made a mistake. While poison ink <b>...</b>