I Can Be Someone's And Still Be

The Baby Bat Screamed Out In Fright, 'turn On The Dark, I'm Afraid Of The Light.

Thanksgiving Dinner's Sad And Thankless. Christmas Dinner's Dark And Blue. When You Stop And Try To See It From The Turkey's Point Of View. Sunday Dinner Isn't Sunny. Easter Feasts Are Just Bad Luck. When You See It From The Viewpoint Of A Chicken Or A Duck. Oh How I Once Loved Tuna Salad Pork And Lobsters, Lamb Chops Too Till I Stopped And Looked At Dinner From The Dinner's Point Of View.

At Night My Mind Does Not Much Care If What It Thinks Is Here Or There. It Tells Me Stories, It Invents And Makes Up Things That Don't Make Sense. I Do Not Know Why It Does This Stuff. The Real World Seems Quite Weird Enough.

Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars, They're Looking A Little Bit Dull. Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars, For The Eagles And Starlings And Gulls Have All Been Complaining They're Tarnished And Worn, They Say They Want New Ones We Cannot Afford. So Please Get Your Rags And Your Polishing Jars, Somebody Has To Go Polish The Stars.

A Spider Lives Inside My Head Who Weaves A Strange And Wondrous Web Of Silken Threads And Silver Strings To Catch All Sorts Of Flying Things, Like Crumbs Of Thoughts And Bits Of Smiles And Specks Of Dried-up Tears, And Dust Of Dreams That Catch And Cling For Years And Years And Years...