Museum of Love Daniel Johnston

Gone with the wild wind
Like it was a dream
Preserved now for all to see
Like nothing, you've ever seen

Right this way to the Museum of Love
Right away
You've got to see 'em
It's love love love

This is right here where he stood
When he wrote those sacred words
And he made a holy vow
And these are the drawings and his library card
And this is the cow

See it all in the Hall of Sadness
Please don't miss
The Exhibit of Madness

As legend would have it
He had this nasty habit
Of a longing that was wronging himself
But still he would persist
In fact, he would insist
That there was nothing nobody could do to help