There Are Worse Things Than Being Mad.

Who Can Leap The World's Ties And Sit With Me Among White Clouds?

Because He Had No Place He Could Stay In Without Getting Tired Of It And Because There Was Nowhere To Go But Everywhere, Keep Rolling Under The Stars.

On Soft Spring Nights I'll Stand In The Yard Under The Stars - Something Good Will Come Out Of All Things Yet - And It Will Be Golden And Eternal Just Like That - There's No Need To Say Another Word.

It All Ends In Tears Anyway.

All Our Best Men Are Laughed At In This Nightmare Land.