I Speak For The Trees!

I'm Afraid That Sometimes You'll Play Lonely Games Too. Games You Can't Win 'cause You'll Play Against You.

There's No Limit To How Much You'll Know, Depending How Far Beyond Zebra You Go.

Whats The Point Of Fitting In, When We Were Meant To Stand Out?

The Storm Starts, When The Drops Start Dropping. When The Drops Stop Dropping Then The Storm Starts Stopping.

Waiting For The Fish To Bite Or Waiting For Wind To Fly A Kite. Or Waiting Around For Friday Night Or Waiting Perhaps For Their Uncle Jake Or A Pot To Boil Or A Better Break Or A String Of Pearls Or A Pair Of Pants Or A Wig With Curls Or Another Chance. Everyone Is Just Waiting.