It's All Too Much And Not Enough

I Don't Know, I Don't Care, And It Doesn't Make Any Difference.

At Night In This Part Of The West The Stars, As I Had Seen Them In Wyoming, Were As Big As Roman Candles And As Lonely As The Prince Who's Lost His Ancestral Home And Journeys Across The Spaces Trying To Find It Again, And Knows He Never Will.

To Think That So Much Comes To So Little, To Think That Life Is Really Short.

While Looking For The Light, You May Suddenly Be Devoured By The Darkness And Find The True Light

Here I Was At The End Of America...no More Land...and Nowhere Was Nowhere To Go But Back