There may be a break in the road. The future looks drab and dreary. But if you were here with me dear. I'd spin you a line that's far from cheer. There's always some scribe. Who's taken the bribe. Describing some Gentleman Jim. Who says he's in love with a beautiful girl. But she don't care about him. Say what you do. That sky is much to blue. You'll know sorrow. That's deeper than the ocean. It's a pitiful chain of events. You'd think that I might have more sense. He says. "The birds in the braches may whistle and croon. "But they're singing out of tune". There may be bend in the track. But if you come back to see me. I'll be waiting patiently here. And if you believe that then I fear. There's always some clown. Who's bringing me down. By humming a tragic refrain. He says he's in love with a beautiful girl.