The Course Of A Lifetime Runs/over And

Mrs. Robinson Is A Little Dated Now, But It Has Nothing To Do With Joe Dimaggio.

Medicine Is Magical And Magical Is Art, The Boy In The Bubble, And The Baby With The Baboon Heart.

Maybe The Heart Is Part Of The Mist. And That's All That There Is Or Could Ever Exist. Maybe And Maybe And Maybe Some More. Maybe's The Exit That I'm Looking For.

In The Clearing Stands The Boxer, And A Fighter By His Trade. And He Carries A Reminder Of Every Glove That Laid Him Down... Or Cut Him Till He Cried Out In His Anger And His Shame "i Am Leaving! I Am Leaving" But The Fighter Still Remains.

People Often Called Us Perfectionists, But We Were Not Looking For Perfection. We Were Looking For Some Kind Of Magic In The Music.