I seem to you to seek a new disaster every day. You deem me due to clean my view and be at piece and lay. I mean to prove, I mean to move in my own way, and say: I've been getting along for long before you came into the play. If there was a better way to go then it would find me. I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me. Be kind to me, or treat me mean. I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine.