Come, walk a thousand miles,
As if you were a marathon man;
Fish for diamonds in the dark
Just like a blind man would;
Try to find me in a foreign town
So we can drink a dozen pints
Brooding over the sense of life.
We may never know what holds us fast
And the ideas we thought to be true
May dissolve like the smoke of a fire.
We may find the smithereens of reality
Lying in the gutter of nothingness.
But over all this we will shed no tears
And nothing shall keep us back.