"I look inside myself and see my heart is black,
I see my red door and I must have it painted black,
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts,
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black."
"Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road
Started down the road
Took all he had and started down the road
Went out of his world, where God only knows
And that'll be the way to get along."