After All Those Years Of Automatic Success,

I've Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile.

Not Every Song I Write Is Ecstasy. And It Can Happen Only One Time. After That, When You Sing The Same Melody And Words, It's Pleasure, But You Don't Get Wiped Out.

They've Got A Wall In China, It's A Thousand Miles Long. To Keep Out The Foreigners, They Made It Strong. And I've Got A Wall Around Me, You Can't Even See.

Most Of The Time, When I Had Hits As A Soloist - Maybe Not So Much With Simon & Garfunkel - I Was Surprised They Were Hits. I Didn't Know What The Hits Were. I Never Thought That 'loves Me Like A Rock' Was Going To Be A Hit, Or 'mother And Child Reunion,' Or '50 Ways To Leave Your Lover.' They Didn't Sound Like What The Hits Sounded Like At The Time. Radio Was More Open To Things That Weren't Exactly What Every Other Hit Was.

Maybe The Heart Is Part Of The Mist. And That's All That There Is Or Could Ever Exist. Maybe And Maybe And Maybe Some More. Maybe's The Exit That I'm Looking For.