Time Takes A Cigarette, Puts It In

For Here, Am I Sitting In A Tin Can, Far Above The World. Planet Earth Is Blue, And There's Nothing I Can Do... Though I'm Past One Hundred Thousand Miles, I'm Feeling Very Still - And I Think My Spaceship Knows Which Way To Go. Tell My Wife I Love Her Very Much.

People Look To Me To See What The Spirit Of The Seventies Is.

There's A Schizoid Streak Within The Family Anyway So I Dare Say That I'm Affected By That. The Majority Of The People In My Family Have Been In Some Kind Of Mental Institution, As For My Brother He Doesn't Want To Leave. He Likes It Very Much.

There, In The Chords And Melodies, Is Everything I Want To Say. The Words Just Jolly It Along. It's Always Been My Way Of Expressing What For Me Is Inexpressible By Any Other Means.

Feeling So Gay, Feeling So Gay.