Epilogue words and music by Arlo Guthrie  And for myself I have no regrets  That time has taken what it soon forgets A gambler’s paradise in short vignettes                  These stolen moments from the hourglass A burning candle while the night-time lasts Upon my pillow where my dreams float past And all my memories seem to come alive I think of everyone who still survives And those who haven’t may yet still arrive I want to take the time to let you know I’ve had a hard time letting feelings show And through it all I love you even so A poet’s pleasure is to hear in time The painter pictures what he’s left behind I close my eyes and it all leaves my mind I sit alone and hear the sparrow sing No way of knowing what tommorow brings I leave my solitude upon his wings