Gold Fever

tempers high into the night long days tear filled eyes so why should I stay even one more day long nights white skies bears in camp sleep with your hand on the gun boys he will eat your toys angst high some lie why do I try it seems hopeless but I don't give in I am not use to this kind of sun here everything stays bright never any night oh so bright moose here are on the loose so much danger so much anger all for gold I am told