Isn't It Strange How We Move Out

I Guess, And It May Be A Flaw, That I Think About Rhythm More [than Anything Else]. I'm Always Wanting To Find Something Unusual. I've Started To Try And Write More Traditionally, But For Whatever Reason, I Tend Toward Trying To Find Something That Sounds More Like A Pattern To Me.

It's Funny, I Get A Little Quieter With Time. I Don't Want To Chase My Tail And One Day Repeat Myself And Repeat Myself And One Day Have Kids Going To College And Not Have Memories That I Should, Because I Was Too Busy Doing My Thing.

Look, Here Are We, On This Starry Night Staring Into Space, And I Must Say, I Feel As Small As Dust, Lying Down Here...

So Why Would You Care To Get Out Of This Place? You And Me And All Our Friends, Such A Happy Human Race. Eat, Drink And Be Merry, For Tomorrow We Die.

A Friend Is Always Good To Have, But A Lover's Kiss Is Better Than Angels Raining Down On Me.