Tomorrow, I'll feel fine   It's yesterday that took my breath away   Flying off the handle   Finally sweeping down the avenue   God's up in his heaven   And the the devil's on Bonnie Brae   But there seems to be no room for us      So choose your poison, it's up to you   I recommend you think about it long and hard   Because the woods can get thick quick inside   Dark and tangled and petrified   And you wandered through the endless night   And never see the light of day      Let's turn the record over   Your life's a pleasant valley   Moonlight drives and gardens in the sun    His shadow stays behind you   Graceful as a dancer in a ballet