Don’t Complain, Don’t Explain.

A Little Autobiography And A Lot Of Imagination Are Best.

We Knew Our Days Were Numbered. We Had Fouled Up Our Lives And We Were Getting Ready For A Shake-up.

But He Stays By The Window, Remembering That Life. They Had Laughed. They Had Leaned On Each Other And Laughed Until The Tears Had Come, While Everything Else—the Cold And Where He'd Go In It—was Outside, For A While Anyway.

And Did You Get What You Wanted From This Life Even So? I Did.

A Man Can Go Along Obeying All The Rules And Then It Don't Matter A Damn Anymore.