“Every day your memory grows dimmer It doesn’t haunt me like it did before I’ve been walking through the middle of nowhere Trying to get to heaven before they close the door”
(Bob Dylan in Tryin’ to get to heaven) Orp-Jauche (B)
“I just need some place where I can lay my head. “Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?” He just grinned and shook my hand, and “No!”, was all he said.”