Anyone could see the road that they walk on is paved in gold
And it's always summer, they'll never get cold
They'll never get hungry, they'll never get old and gray
You can see their shadows wandering off somewhere
They won't make it home but they really don't care
They wanted the highway they're happier there today, today
"It is not length of life, but depth of life." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
You're the kind of person
You meet at certain dismal dull affairs.
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud
Running up and down the stairs.
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years.
And though you've tried you just can't hide
Your eyes are edged with tears.
You better stop
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown.