All Day Long Wearing A Hat That

The Dream Is Already Ended And We're Already Awake In The Golden Eternity.

We All Agree It's Too Big To Keep Up With, That We're Surrounded By Life, That We'll Never Understand It, So We Center It All In By Swigging Scotch From The Bottle And When It's Empty I Run Out Of The Car And Buy Another One, Period.

...we All Must Admit That Everything Is Fine And There's No Need In The World To Worry, And In Fact We Should Realize What It Would Mean To Us To Understand That We're Not Really Worried About Anything.

If You Tell A True Story, You Can't Be Wrong.

And When The Fog's Over And The Stars And The Moon Come Out At Night It'll Be A Beautiful Sight.