Rock, paper, scissors, meteor
The world is rough enough
Don’t be too tough on one another
Let a few things slide
Don’t sweat the small stuff
Take a break, kid
Put on the kettle for your mother
Let’s take a Sunday drive
Don’t sweat the small stuff
You be 11
I’ll be 44
What’s that in the skies?
It’s a meteor
You be 44
I’ll be 11
What’s that in the skies
What’s that in the heavens?
It’s a
Rock, paper, scissors, meteor
The Seaside FM of the moon
Playing Some Velvet Morning and Memphis in June
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to Magnetic Recording
The last ship to Dreamland is boarding
Reception is fading
I still hear Bobbie Gentry
Am I retrograding?
One last chance reentry
I’m wrapped up in memories
But we’re making them now
I’m lost on my head
You gotta get back somehow
If we all knew the truth, nobody could take it
We might see the light but you don’t make it
