Last Night I Walked Clear Down To

Some's Bastards, Some's Ain't. That's The Score.

And Nobody Knows What’s Going To Happen To Anybody Besides The Forlorn Rags Of Growing Old

The Unspeakable Visions Of The Individual.

The Fact That Everybody In The World Dreams Every Night Ties All Mankind Together.

They Have Worries, They're Counting The Miles, They're Thinking About Where To Sleep Tonight, How Much Money For Gas, The Weather, How They'll Get There - And All The Time They'll Get There Anyway, You See.