the wind of all avenues blows your hair don't look into my eyes if i throw myself into saddest days with routine every trice when will I disintegrate for plans and miles will you be the same when i get old when i get a something what will slow me down how much will you brook my tricks so i don't know how to make that it would rather same i will let you know i will let you kno-o-ow i will let you know i will let you know