Lights Are Glowing In The Palm Trees.

Quitting Doesn't Enter My Mind.

I'd Like To Be A Jellyfish, 'cause Jellyfish Don't Pay Rent.

Shells Sink, Dreams Float. Life's Good On Our Boat.

Our Children May Save Us If They Are Taught To Care Properly For The Planet; But If Not, It May Be Back To The Ice Age Or The Caves From Where We First Emerged. Then We'll Have To View The Universe Above From A Cold, Dark Place. No More Jet Skis, Nuclear Weapons, Plastic Crap, Broken Pay Phones, Drugs, Cars, Waffle Irons, Or Television. Come To Think Of It, That Might Not Be A Bad Idea.

I Can't Fax You My Love, I Can't Email My Heart.