Glued to the kerbstone, staring.. Frozen at the stop-sign too.. See that crazy suicide mongrel.. He's going to try to cross that avenue.. Old dog of experience,.
Good morning, gentlemen. Why the uneasy frowns. Too much everything and I can't recall. Did I let you down. . Nobody will answer me. Makes me feel that I want to die.
There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way.. And there's a note on the telephone some roses on a tray.. And the motorway's stretching right out to us all,.