Is Life Itself A Dream, I Wonder?

As Life Draws Nearer To Its End, I Feel More And More Clearly That It Will Not Matter In The Least, At The Last Day, What Form Of Religion A Man Has Professed-nay, That Many Who Have Never Even Heard Of Christ, Will In That Day Find Themselves Saved By His Blood.

He Was Part Of My Dream, Of Course -- But Then I Was Part Of His Dream, Too.

Take My Friends And My Home - As An Outcast I'll Roam: Take The Money I Have In The Bank: It Is Just What I Wish, But Deprive Me Of Fish, And My Life Would Indeed Be Blank.

And How Do You Know That You're Mad?

Take Care Of The Sense And The Sounds Will Take Care Of Themselves.