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Now what's he to do Keep his job or end his life A silly little dilemma Yet we're gathered here tonight To pick a direction and drive Or sit and stare at the sky Attending a symphony of light With only an audience of one, right His friends don't care enough Or so it seems to him Always busy, never making time So the worth of it's slim Now parked with a view of the valley Watching the stars replace the sun As it gets lower and lower Gosh, isn't this fun Being all alone without a soul to share it with Forget the fruit, with a life like this I'm gnawing on the pith Bitter and healthy, oh yeah But never any sort of fun Who cares about taste when being healthy has won