Well this is a long drive  with nothing to think about besides...  i'm ready to get better now  i swear at least i'll try  and how the world around me rings  my heart is done good by the strangest things    and these hands here here are lost without you  they depend on the devil now for something to do  and they try, but they don't get very far  they just manhandle strings on electric guitars    memories, they blow through me  like tumbleweeds or like air through a reed  and this is the sound they all make  and this is where the pianos might come in,  but i don't play.    i'm so happy, i could break down and cry  i was blue before, but now i can't remember why  and these vaudeville tears, well they aren't really here  i just conjured them up for the show  they're all just from memory, you know