Lyrics.

Drunkenly I shout the wrong words from the backseat while watching never-ending dark shapes and even more late hours pass so quickly by. In a thought between a million other thoughts I wonder if the right words would do this moment any sort of coincidental justice. I try very hard to tell myself to look them up the next chance I had and share them with you. Here:

"Who will get me to a party? Who do I have yet to meet? You-- you look a bit like coffee and you taste a little like me. How can I keep me from moving? Now I need a change of scenery. Just listen to me. I won't pretend to understand the movement of the wind or the waves out in the ocean, or how like the hours I change. Softly, slowly, plainly, blindly. Oh me, oh my!"