It is my understanding, and I could be wrong, that life is never ... like in the songs. Some Doves may cry, and heartaches come, all the while waiting for the bread to bake. Some prince may come some bonnie may leave but in the end we all do bleed.So get some gas Ethel please, and put the pedal to the metal of the fast car. Cold cold is coming and tracy is running, run, run, runaway. So have some fun and run and drive climb a stairway, make like a fish in a bowl, and remember that we all will die one day.