San Francisco Has A Flowers-in-your-hair Kind Of

Goodnight Moon. Sweet Dreams. Smile Kindly Upon This Little Blue Gum Ball Of Us While We Sleep.

Look, Here Are We On This Starry Night Staring Into Space. And I Must Say I Feel As Small As Dust Lying Down Here. What Point Could There Be Troubling? Head Down Wondering What Will Become Of Me, Why Concern We Cannot See But No Reason To Abandon It. Time Is Short But That's All Right, Maybe I'll Go In The Middle Of The Night. Take Your Hands From Your Eyes, My Love, Everything Must End Some Time, Don't Burn The Day Away.

Success Turns A Lot Of People Off. I Have A Pretty Solid Sense Of Joy And Respect That Irritates People, And Can Irritate Me, Too.

I Do Still Get Shocked Every Once In A While When I Catch My Reflection When I'm Walking Past A Glass Building, But It's In My Mind About Getting Older And Finding Out What I'm Going To Look Like As It Unfolds - Or As It Folds, Depending On Where The Marks And Scars Land.

A Dream Is A Massive Magic Trick Of The Mind. No Amount Of Science Could Explain Away The Mysterious Wonder.