And the moment will come when composure returns. Put a face on the world turn your back to the wall. And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air. Down the liberty hill where the fashion brigade. Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way. And for once in your life you have nothing to say. And could this be the time when somebody will come. To say look at yourself you’re not much use to anyone. Take a walk in the park take a valium pill. Read the letter you got from the memory girl. But it takes more than this to make sense of the day. Yeah it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste. And you trusted to this and you trusted to that. And when you saw it all come it was waving the flag. Of the united states of calamity hey!. After all that you’ve done boy I’m sure you’re going to pay. In the morning you come to the ladies salon. To get all fitted out for the paperback throne. But the people are living far away from the place. Where you wanted to help it’s a bit of a waste. And the puzzle will last till somebody will say. There’s a lot to be done while your head is still young. If you put down your pen leave your worries behind. Then the moment will come and the memory will shine. Now the trouble is over everybody got paid. Everybody is happy they are glad that they came. Then you go to the place where you’ve finally found. You can look at yourself sleep the clock around.