It starts in the forest and goes down to the valleynCold like the rivers up in northern CalinAutumn comes, so does the sunnHot as a fever and a loaded gunnThe rain falls fast and hard sometimesnAnd the air’s kinda humid; makes it hard to rhymenThere’s a sign by the edge on the corner of the street:nBy the diner where the old people always eatnIt’s summer in the city, fall in the townnSpring in the desert; and I’m falling downnCan I ask you a question if I tell you the truthnI don’t want an answer cause I don’t wanna choosenIt’s okay to die, and I don’t wanna crynYou think I’m too stupid and you think I’m too shynBut all I ever wanted was to not be by myselfnI even wrote you a letter; it’s still on the shelfnCan me make a toast; I won’t boast or bragnI’m too old to be selfish; too young to be sadnBut that’s not the truth, is it babynSome people are bold and some people are crazynThere’s a circle with a center and a knot and a noosenAnd an old chimpanzee and an angry goosenYeah I’m an angry goosenAnd you’re an angry goose