Shooting craps helps makes the time pass
There’s a way, hell, there’s many ways that she don’t measure to you.
But there ’s no time for that, nomore, anymore, no time.
There’re things I don’t know that I’ll ever forgive: you or me
But I guess that’s how it all rolls out; when you’re up, you’re up, and when not it’s all the other
Here we are with a path in a yellow wood, and we both trod the less travel’d
