Albert said, true love is dead Baby plays with fire, in her head Cathy's trees, are filled with disease Dave and Eddie shake off, all the leaves All the boys and girls they Love to scream and shout We've got so much to figure out While Frankie wonders how the flies Get in and out and out and in Andy's pain, cannot be explained Brian's eating Candy, in the rain Daisy blooms, in everyone's gloom Ethan reads the carpet, in his room Here we go outside Such a pleasant kind of day to take a ride You pay for the fuel You know that I will drive Yes I will drive