split

... leaving for another chapter. Now I’ve got that fever once again!

... taking the long way home. Teed off alone and there’s no par on this course. Will I do a full 18, or find a hammock on the way? Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?

But I gotta get out
I gotta break it out now
Before the final crack of dawn…
Like a bat out of hell I’ll be gone when the morning comes
When the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlight’s shining through…
And I know that I’m damned if I never get out
And maybe I’m damned if I do

But I’ve got to creep down the alley way,
Fly down the highway,
Before they come to catch me I’ll be gone.
Somewhere they can’t find me.