^EI'm standing at the crossroads in ^Alife, and I don't know where to ^Ego. You know you've got my heart babe, ^B but my musics got my soul. ^ALet me play it one more time, I'll tell the truth and make it rhyme and hope they under^Bstand ^Eme. Chorus: ^BNow I lay me down to sleep Pray the load my soul to keep ^AAnd if I die before I wake, Feed ^EJake he's been a ^Bgood dog, ^C#mmy best friend, ^Aright through it all if I ^Edie before I ^Bwake, feed ^Ejake ^ENow Broadways like a ^Asewer, bums and hookers everyw^Ehere. Whino passed out on the sidewalk, d^Boesn't anybody care. ^ASome say he's worthless, just let him be I for one would have to disagree and so would their ^Bmam^Eas Chorus: ^ENow if you get an ear ^Apierced, some will call you ^Egay. But if you drive a pickup, they'll say "^Bno, you^A must be straight" ^AWhat we are and what we ain't, what we can and what we can't. does it really ^Bmat^Eter C.J.S.