Dreams Can Be Deceiving, Like Faces Are

The Early Cars Already Are Drawing Deep Breaths Past My Door. And Last Night's Phrases Sick With Lack Of Basis Are Still Writhing On My Floor.

I Mean To Prove I Mean To Move In My Own Way/ And Say I've Been Getting Along/ For Long Before You Came Into The Play.

Though Dreams Can Be Deceiving; Like Faces Are To Hearts, They Serve For Sweet Relieving, When Fantasy And Reality Lie Too Far Apart.

I Didn't Want To Be Precious About Things. Of Course, The Idea Is To Make Great Music, But If You Have Great Musicians Up There, It Gives Me Some Leeway To Play Around A Little Bit.

It's Calm Under The Waves In The Blue Of My Oblivion.