“What a simple thing my life would be 
If there were only two of me
The gypsy type to drift and roam
And the tamer one to stay at home
That is where the problem lies
This restless me that always cries
For the railroad tracks and the open road
While the other longs for his snuggle abode
But shackled to that restless me
Is the other one who’s content to be
Puttering around with home and things
And listening as the songbird sings
While this goes on the restless one
Likes to wander and follow the sun
The other resists the urge to move
And is content in the familiar grove
One eye turns to the railroad track
The other eye looks sadly back
One says stay and one says go
One says yes and one says no
One wants a home and a wife
The other wants a drifters life
It seems like the restless one always wins
I wish that god had made me twins.”