The pastures of heaven are where you’ll wanna go. Let your hair go uncombed. Answer no phones. With your money saved you’ll start anew or you’ll wind up dead and with this life you’ll be through. You’ll be through. Junius Maltby was a young man from a cultured family. A good education. One evening after his thirty fifth, he fainted out there. Out there on the steps. When he came to, his breathing was tough. This damned city. I’ve had enough. His doctor said to him get those lungs out of here. Junius if you stay you won’t live another year. The pastures of heaven are where you’ll wanna go. Let your hair go uncombed. Answer no phones. With your money saved you’ll start anew or you’ll wind up dead and with this life you’ll be through. You’ll be through. Go get yourself a little place where you can think and breathe at a peaceful pace. Away from the city. Away from that nervous race. And you can finally make sense out of all the events that make up your existence. Ten years in that office I’ve thrown out. I’ve grown lazy I’m happy, now I sit about with my feet in the stream doing no work. The afternoon is sunny I think I will read a book. The pastures of heaven are where you’ll wanna go. Let your hair go uncombed. Answer no phones. With your money saved you’ll start anew or you’ll wind up dead and with this life you’ll be through. You’ll be through.