We hope the good will win the day. With high ideals, will show the way. And outlaws do within us dwell. I hate to let them start to roll, I'm actually just an innocent soul. You'd think they were my altar clone.
Cause lives highways, seem all up hill.
They rant and rave, with all there will. Till all around, They get their fill. A new day dawns, so fresh and bright, And thank the Lord, I'm not uptight. My pen seems kind of empty and my parchments generally bear, Deep thought is usually lacking as I sit down in my chair. Yes, To clarify the structure of laughter, tears and strife, Oh, to write about the universe, the meaning of all life.