I won't ever be happy again

Well morning came and it dressed the sky in a lovely, yellow gown.  Now
the shops they are all opening in that narrow hallway of downtown. 
It's filled with people who are shopping for their lovers and their
friends, saying "I won't ever be lonely again."  Now a forest fenced
becomes backyards like songs are born from sound.  And an Apple fell
and it taught us all we are chained here to the ground.  So, I mean,
here we go, but there ain't no escape.  These streets are just dead
ends.  So I won't ever be happy again.  Now it seems that you too see a
painful blue when you stare into the sky.  You could never understand
the movement of a hand waving goodbye.  But as the story goes, or it is
often told, a new day will arise and all the dance halls will be full
of skeletons that are coming back to life.  And on a grassy hill the
Lion will lay down with the Lamb and I won't ever be lonely again.  But
until that time I think I had better find some disbelief to suspend,
because I don't want to feel like this again.

The Joy in Discovery

Why do you lay in the grass?  Don't you want to be found?  Don't you
want that?  Isn't the Sun even going to try to find a hole in the
clouds?  Isn't it even going to try?  Why won't it try that?  Why do
you lay so low in the grass?  Don't you want to be found?  Don't you
want to be found?  I thought you wanted that?

The Joy in Forgetting / The Joy in Acceptance

There is a cat in the window of the house of my lover.  Well she sleeps
there alone now or perhaps with another but I try not to think about
that.  I try not to think at all.  I get cocaine from this girl I met
and my brother buys me alcohol.  And I stay up all night walking
through these houses I have grown to hate and my parents ask if I'm all
right I say "I've just been staying up too late."  I need to sleep.  I
need to do something to get this awful weight up off my chest and keep
her pretty ghost from chasing me...You say there are spaces open and
wide.  You say there are days longer than nights.  And I could be happy
if only I'd try...but I don't try.  I don't try.  And you speak of a
fever that burns you inside.  As you explain to your mother how you
have wanted to die.  So she kisses your fingers and says "My Darling
but why?  When there is so much more.  There is so much more.  Do you
know there are spaces open and wide.  Believe me, there are days longer
than nights.  And you will be happy the minute you try.  So won't you
try?  Won't you try?"