My Fault, My Failure, Is Not In

This Is The Story Of America. Everybody's Doing What They Think They're Supposed To Do.

That's The Story Of My Life Rich Or Poor And Mostly Poor And Truly Poor.

The More Ups And Downs, The More Joy I Feel. The Greater The Fear, The Greater The Happiness I Feel.

As We Crossed The Colorado-utah Border I Saw God In The Sky In The Form Of Huge Gold Sunburning Clouds Above The Desert That Seemed To Point A Finger At Me And Say, "pass Here And Go On, You're On The Road To Heaven.

The Only People For Me Are The Mad Ones, The Ones Who Are Mad To Live, Mad To Talk, Mad To Be Saved.