Well a cold wind did come up and blew my hat off, I could not catch up, I guess I'm just a sad dove. I'm starting to find that I was not made for these times. Well it blew it's way westward and fell in some river. I saw me a horse there, he looked familiar when he started running like a straight away demon, I used to run like that, you should've seen me. I'm starting to find that I was not made for these times. There was a girl drowning in the river so I pulled her to shore. I breathed her breath back, she said: ain't I seen you before? I said you might've seen me chasing my hat, if you see it you can have it. I'm starting to find that I was not made for these times.