Wanna tell it like it is from heaven’s point of view
But I would not have lived in vain if I could utter one thing true
Or not build this life so artificially
Not go about it all so goddam superficially

Lay myself down, quit running so ragged
Blaze me a trail just a little less jagged
But for now I’m just stuck here in this town
Singing to myself the Fourth Street Mess Around


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- Garro.