I Often Think You Bring Unhappiness On

On A Lazy Saturday Morning When You're Lying In Bed, Drifting In And Out Of Sleep, There Is A Space Where Fantasy And Reality Become One. Are You Awake, Or Are You Dreaming? You See People And Things; Some Are Familiar; Some Are Strange. You Talk, You Feel, But You Move Without Walking; You Fly Without Wings. Your Mind And Your Body Exist, But On Separate Planes. Time Stands Still. For Me, This Is The Feeling I Have When Ideas Come.

Sure, I've Had Some Bad Times, But Everybody Does. But People Don't Get To Talk About Them Like I Do, Unless They Do To A Therapist. People Don't Get To Put Them In The Paper Like I Do.

No Matter How Old You Are, There's Always Something Good To Look Forward To.

Mom And Dad Would Stay In Bed On Sunday Morning, But The Kids Would Have To Go To Church.

Only A Couple Of Times Have I Ever Been To Church And Felt Enlightened By It.