It isn’t gonna prove a thing to me

Good intentions pave the way to hell

I hear the questions surface in my mind
Of my mistakes that I have made
Times and places I have left behind
And am I ever going to make the grade

As I beat my head against the wall
Running round in circles in vain
I’m feeling three feet tall
You don’t understand I’m fading away

somebody holds the key

but I\’m near the end and I just ain\’t got the time

and I’m wasted and I can’t find my way home

Almost exactly … it was July 1986. And … completely not exactly … it was only 1/10 of the world away, at most … California. This was during the time that I lived there, about a year in total, I guess. I’m here with my girlfriend …  God she’s gorgeous, as you can see.  I wish I didn’t have to block out her face, but thought it was wise to do so. She was beautiful, and smokin’ hot … she was my anoosh!!