Everyone out here, dear, is rockin' tonight. They're all rocking out, 'cause it's cool. But someone I know is at home making notes and thinking how far he'll fall and with what kind of rope. Well, everyone out here, dear, is crawling the floor. They're all getting worked up like never before. But someone I know is at home losing hope for the people he once called his friends. "All I want is over. Every little thing you bitched about came true." Everyone out here, dear, is silent tonight. They all knew he would go, but they didn't think tonight. He sent them a message they'll never live down. He sent them a note that went something like this: "Everyone out here, dear, should stop it right there, 'til someday they learn to use their brains for more than: "How many two- fours can you fit in a trunk?" and "How many beer is that apiece?" "All I want is over. Every little thing you bitched about came true." Everyone out here, dear, is rocking tonight. They're all rocking out 'cause it's cool. But you're far away where the Indians pray on the steps of the Winchester Arms.