I'm Mortified To Be On The Stage,

I Don't Really Have A Retirement Plan.

I Don't Think The Human Mind Can Comprehend The Past And The Future. They Are Both Just Illusions That Can Manipulate You Into Thinking There's Some Kind Of Change.

Keep A Good Head And Always Carry A Light Bulb.

The Enemy Is Subtle, How Be It We Are So Deceived, When Truth's In Our Hearts And We Still Don't Believe.

Then Take Me Disappearin' Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time, Far Past The Frozen Leaves, The Haunted, Frightened Trees, Out To The Windy Beach, Far From The Twisted Reach Of Crazy Sorrow. Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands, With All Memory And Fate Driven Deep Beneath The Waves, Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow.