There was a man who banged his head against a wall. He banged for twenty years, the damn thing wouldn't fall. He left an honest life. He left a broken wife. He left it all behind, just to see what he could find. Millions and millions chase the wild goose tonight. To conquer loneliness they'll chase it all their lives. And when they find it they can just lay down and die. It seems the game is mostly pointless in the presence of the prize. There was a woman who had a man as cold as ice. He built four walls so strong and he kept her locked inside. She harbored loneliness, her husband couldn't guess that she'd take off her dress and kill herself without a mess