Once You Lose That Sense Of Wonder

I Always Write Well In New York.

I Turned Myself To Face Me, But I've Never Caught A Glimpse Of How The Others Must See The Faker.

I Surrounded Myself With People Who Indulged My Ego. They Treated Me As Though I Was Ziggy Stardust Or One Of My Characters, Never Realising That David Jones Might Be Behind It.

And You, You Can Be Mean And I, I'll Drink All The Time 'cause We're Lovers, And That Is A Fact Yes We're Lovers, And That Is That

I Suspect That Dreams Are An Integral Part Of Existence, With Far More Use For Us Than We've Made Of Them...the Fine Line Between The Dream State And Reality Is At Times, For Me, Quite Grey.