You can't talk to a man, with a shotgun in his hand. - Carole King

Way over yonder, that's where I'm bound.

When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face,
I climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space.
On the roof, it's peaceful as can be
And there the world below can't bother me.
Let me tell you now.

If you're out on the road,
Feeling lonely, and so cold,
All you have to do is call my name
And I'll be there on the next train. Where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to.
If you need, you need me to be with you,
I will follow where you lead.