and if your mind has come undone
then just find a setting sun
to throw some beams upon your face
but if the hill becomes a hole
evacuate your frazzled soul
and find relief in a different place
'cause if you linger for too long
it'll wear out like a favorite song
that's lost it's gleam from too much play
the sequin days are almost gone for good
and if your fire's dwindling
then just find some new kindling
to catch the spark and set it free
but if the smoke has grown too thick
for your lazy lungs
the sickness made it's mark
just try and breathe
so when the time has come to rest
and you settle in the west
this chapter's done, put it to sleep