I Been Away A Long Time.

High High In The Hills , High In A Pine Tree Bed. She's Tracing The Wind With That Old Hand, Counting The Clouds With That Old Chant, Three Geese In A Flock One Flew East One Flew West One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

All I Know Is This: Nobody's Very Big In The First Place, And It Looks To Me Like Everybody Spends Their Whole Life Tearing Everybody Else Down.

Your Trouble Is, You Keep Trying To Unscrew The Unscrutable.

The World News Might Not Be Therapeutic.

The Need For Mystery Is Greater Than The Need For An Answer.