The notes were fine, I swear to GodnAnd from what I’d found, produced happy soundsnAt least pound for poundnBut off paper they proved dissonantnDepressing songs fill my lungsnnI cannot fathom why I got off the tracksnBut I can’t get backnAnd I miss you happinessnnThe paints were bright and beautifulnAll the finest hues, greens and blues, by the slews and slewsnBut the room, somehow, felt desolatenAnd near everyday seemed a shade of graynnAnd I just don’t know how I got off the tracksnAnd I can’t get backnAnd I miss you happinessnnBargain my life awaynI gave my soul to the devil himselfnI’m writing to all my friends, dead and gone,nThat I won’t see them againnnThe script had all the elementsnAll the comic cues, with a joke or two, all the dos and dosnBut a subtext lurked in near every scenenAnd a sadness shone, a frustrated tonennGod, I don’t know why I got off the tracksnBut I can’t get backnAnd I miss you happinessnnBargain my life awaynI gave my soul to the devil himselfnAnd I’m writing to all my friends, heaven gonenThat I won’t see them againnnThere are times when a phone call can ease my mindnIt seems things are going finenThere are times when a moment makes me feel finenBut a moment is passed and gone