I Want To Know What Became Of

So I Had A Couple Of Years Of Playing Trumpet. I Really Enjoyed It, But It Was Not The Kind Of Instrument You Could Whip Out At A Party. Let's Face It.

I Followed Those Highway Signs And I've Run Down Those Thin White Lines.

Into A Dancer You Have Grown From The Seeds Somebody Else Has Sown.

I Don't Know What Happens When People Die Can't Seem To Grasp It As Hard As I Try It's Like A Song I Can Hear Playing Right In My Ear That I Can't Sing I Can't Help Listening

I Want To Find Myself A Girl Who Can Show Me What Laughter Means, And We'll Fill In The Missing Numbers In Each Others Paint-by-numbers Dreams.