Rust Rust Rust In The Engines Of

Dream After Dream We All Lie In Each Other's Arms

I've Forgotten Most Of What I've Read And, Frankly, It Never Seemed Very Important To Me Or To The World.

And I Had Not Much Of A Voice. I Didn't Play That Great Guitar Either.

And I'll Bury My Soul In A Scrapbook, With The Photographs There And The Moths.

Do Not Be A Magician - Be Magic!