I'm A Very Vicious Critic Of Myself.

I See You Young And Soft Oh Little Baby Little Feet, Little Hands, Little Baby One Year Of Crying And The Words Creep Up Inside Creep Into Your Mind So Much To Say

So Why Would You Care To Get Out Of This Place? You And Me And All Our Friends, Such A Happy Human Race. Eat, Drink And Be Merry, For Tomorrow We Die.

Take These Chances Place Them In A Box Until A Quieter Time Lights Down, You Up And Die

Why Won't You Run In The Rain And Play, Let The Tears Splash All Over You?

I'm Only This Far, And Only Tomorrow Leads My Way.