Feelings (of an almost human nature)

There’s a reason for the sadness, there’s a reason for my songs
I have a reason to believe that I won’t be too long for this world
Twenty years! 60 more if I’m lucky
Take this stone, take this body to a cavern in Kentucky
Push the stone up the mountain, watch the stone roll down
Roll the stone into a pickup truck and drive it into town
In the town, I check my mailbox, I find a letter from a friend
Who has hired a private eye to find out where the hell I’ve been
I’ve been up on the mountain, I’ve been rolling like a stone
Searching this whole world over to find a place to be alone
Alone to see the sunsets and to count out what I have lost
To read aloud Walt Whitman and a little of Robert Frost