Everybody's shooting for second, while there's, a hundred people in first place...

And it's not too hard to recollect it, if there's, millions shooting for that space...

You know not to intercept it, life is, working itself out in its ways...

Everyone in this life's so leprous, they're all, stuck in the eternal rat race...

I'm moving from New York to Texas, because, up north is where the world is so grey...

I'm going from...