But His Heart Was In A Constant,

If You're In Love It Ought To Make You Happy. You Ought To Laugh.

You See I Usually Find Myself Among Strangers Because I Drift Here And There Trying To Forget The Sad Things That Happened To Me.

The Montana Sunset Lay Between The Mountains Like A Giant Bruise From Which Darkened Arteries Spread Across A Poisoned Sky.

No Such Thing As A Man Willing To Be Honest - That Would Be Like A Blind Man Willing To See.

So We Beat On, Boats Against The Current, Borne Back Ceaselessly Into The Past.