Nobody puts baby in a corner.
Nobody calls me chicken.
Now you’re apt to see some pretty frightening things, but don’t panic, you’re in no real personal danger.
There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There’s no knowing where we’re rowing
Or which way the river’s flowing
Flow morphia slow, let the sun and light come streaming.
Hey, when does the sun come up?
The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There’ll be sun!
After all tomorrow is another day.
Expecting to die tomorrow? I don’t like those thoughts. Having them sometimes makes them come true.