A Year's A Long Time, But It

I Said I'd Stop For A Year, Which Was Inconceivable To Me And Everyone Around Me. It Seemed Like So Long. But Then, After That Year, I Looked Up And I Still Hadn't Gotten My Land Legs Back At All.

A Year's A Long Time, But It Also Flickers Past In No Time At All.

Any Kind Of Anthemic Song, For The Most Part, They're On The Positive Side Of Things. It's Not Hard To Identify When A Melody Is Just One Degree Too Complicated Or One Degree Too Simple And Where That Line Of Pop Memorability Lies.

I'm In The Countryside Outside Of Paris, In A Beautiful Old Manor House. The Studio Is In The Basement, But We Decided To Set Everything Up In The Old Parlor And Dining-room Area So We Can Look At Each Other And (at) The Sunshine Coming Through The Stained-glass Windows. It's Pretty Idyllic, And I Think It's Spoiling Me. I'll Have To Go Back To Regular Life After This.

Now, There's Just So Much Imagery. Imagine What Our Grandkids Are Going To Be Able To See Of Us?