Always will I remember you like this Summer's bliss upon your lips Standing in the haze of your wildflower gaze All we have is the engine of time Conductor strolls down the aisle Ticket's blank, destination unknown Ain't got nothing against Saint Peter Hell only knows if I'll meet her But if I do, I'll pull out a smoke and ask her for a light (A) picture's worth a thousand rhymes If you ain't the painter, you ain't got a dime Living ain't easy for those who don't put up a fight Ain't got nothing against Saint Peter Hell only knows if I'll meet her But if I do, I'll lean in real close and offer to stay the night Some take the road while others follow the path